Silence of the forest,
enchant my soul.
Halt the gears
of want and worry.
Muffle the
machinery of man.
Fill my ears
with bubbling brooks,
my eyes of
saplings in the shade,
instead of
plastic devastation,
a toxic counterfeit
of perennial progression
Nov 25, 2018
Nov 25, 2018 at 2:29 PM UTC
Silence of the forest,
enchant my soul.
Halt the gears
of want and worry.
Muffle the
machinery of man.
Fill my ears
with bubbling brooks,
my eyes of
saplings in the shade,
instead of
plastic devastation,
a toxic counterfeit
of perennial progression
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