Dear Earth,
It is my, fault and
my biggest regret,
I owe you an apology, because
you didn't forget,
I owe you for the things
that has happened to you,
So, I am Appoligizing
on behalf, for this apology is due.
The people of this world
has done you so wrong,
Run-a-muck and done foolish things, and just strung you along!!
The people of this world today,
do not deserve you,
They waste and they damage, and
They don't have a clue.
They can't get it right,
They're polluting the Lands
Is where I Step in and take a big stand,
I see what they're doing from the heavenly skies,
I'm writing this letter
to let you realize,
On behalf of the Horizons,
As we so sincerely oblige,
from the bottom of our Hearts,
we sincerely apologize!!!


Sincerely yours,


The Blue Concerned Skies!!!


B.R.
Date: 3/20/2025

I always loved the sky.
From its bright sunny blues in the morn’
To its oranges in the evening
To its pinks at early dawn

To the warmth of the sun
To the cool of the rain
To the thunder in the distance
To the snow and the hail

To the fluffy clouds in the day
And stars that shine at night
To the moon and the planets I
Couldn’t reach if I tried.

I always loved the sky.
For I could always become a part of it.

Please pray for Los Angeles!!!


The skies are so gray,
with such a dark gloom,
I can smell the rain,
I hope it comes very soon.

The air is so windy,
The Clouds are set,
Hoping Raindrops fall,
Thus far, nothing yet.

The gray Skies are ready,
Perception predicts Rain,
Of All of the burning Forrest,
I pray this in Jesus Name.

Los Angeles is now Burning,
As an arsonist runs free,
Oh, Please stop these fires,
I beg this and I plea.

As the burning slows down,
It's a sad crying shame,
From losing homes and businesses,
Lies nothing but burned remains.

May the burning start to cease,
As we are wondering why,
Lord, please send us rain,
Form so very, very High,
Form the Heavens above
Of these dark weeping skies!!!!


B.R.
Date: 1/11/2025

Grey clouds burst from leaden skies,
While puddles mirror my heavy eyes,
The thrumming droplets on window panes
Echo the throbbing of my aches and pains.

Lifeless streets shine, although grim and wet,
While every puddle swells with regret,
As wind blows through the scraggy bare trees,
Howling and wailing into the breeze.

I stand in shop doorways to keep dry
As rain continues to fall from the sky,
Like tears that stain the sullen ground,
And my hope dissipates without a sound.

I look around and I know
That it will be another dismal day.

©️Lizzie Bevis

Through the fields
Where mountains rise
My soul, it heals
Beneath wide skies