Vines of apathy stunt the growth of many Listlessly moving through their day Burdened by our way of surviving Cold, without empathy
Where has our compassion gone? Things cannot console you when you need a warm touch A hand to hold A sympathetic ear
We, all of us, are made of star dust Cosmic stuff Coursing through Big Bang engineered veins Yet fluoride calcifies our connection with that energy Pineal gland silent, radio waves dead
Nature is in harmony, was Until us Now she has lung cancer, poisoned waters Fields of dust that go on for miles and miles
What have we done?
Clean energy, Eco-friendly products THE KNOWLEDGE TO GROW OUR OWN FOOD Is at our fingertips Big Corporate wants you to stay dumb, numb and greedy Feeding their insatiable need for more with your own
If you look closely, real close Starting with your own actions and priorities You will find that what once was a co-habitation with us in the mix of this great planet *Is now us at the top, alone
Research your pineal gland. Learn how to garden. Take up a hobby that heals your soul and helps others.