When it is quiet enough
to hear
wind through Pine trees
and no traffic or sounds
of human destructive civilization
that only owns and exploits
and oppresses and extinguishes
then I know I am
high enough and peaceful
Pine trees are dry
as hot wind slithers through the needles
a soothing sound
far away and out of reach
of those who would take and crush
what is priceless
Jul 8, 2012
Jul 8, 2012 at 10:28 PM UTC
When it is quiet enough
to hear
wind through Pine trees
and no traffic or sounds
of human destructive civilization
that only owns and exploits
and oppresses and extinguishes
then I know I am
high enough and peaceful
Pine trees are dry
as hot wind slithers through the needles
a soothing sound
far away and out of reach
of those who would take and crush
what is priceless
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