" I make sad poems, but there's nothing more sad, then how we treat the earth. They say we are loyal to the planet we live on, but every day, I see destruction and mayhem, separating us from the truth. I stare at the trash that liters among the streets, whispering prayers to the world that surrounds me. I watch as trees are destroyed and the gas from cars pollute the system of breathing. I stare in wonder, from years ago, why I stand here, in such a lovely planet, and watch it's destruction of pain slowly develop... "