Apr 2016
The insignificance of a life is a difficult thing to discern
I just stepped on an earwig and an ant with no concern
But then I thought deeply about it, and I felt a little guilt
"What kind of family did they have? What kind of home had they both built?"
With every drawing I scribble, each piece of finely chipped wood that I waste
I think of every tree that's been killed by our ugly human race
When everything is green around me and there's not a road for miles,
My face unscrunches from its place, and it fills up with sincere smiles
I just stepped on an earwig and an ant with no concern
But then I thought deeply about it, and I felt a little guilt
"What kind of family did they have? What kind of home had they both built?"
With every drawing I scribble, each piece of finely chipped wood that I waste
I think of every tree that's been killed by our ugly human race
When everything is green around me and there's not a road for miles,
My face unscrunches from its place, and it fills up with sincere smiles
I love trees. When I was little, I lived on a beautiful piece of property with tons of humongous trees. My mom would look for any excuse to scream at me or kick my ***, and I would always climb way up in the trees and hide from her. They made me feel safe when I was stuck alone with her.
(In your imagination)
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