Suspended. It tastes like violet. Cloudy. Renaissance and headed towards. The Maxine. Mountain only spitting globes. Of parted jacket. Faulty. Leaving electric glass behind. Though it's eyes. No weaving of inner fuchsia. Collected, only slept in yesterday's clothes.
What kind of animal Ringing his death knell Cuts 10 billion trees a year Plants only the half What kind of animal Ringing his death knell Sometimes, I wonder What's kind about him His fraternity mankind Manbrute the dialectics He uproots his greatest friends Makes way for his enemies What kind of animal Ringing his death knell Know thy friends' great qualities O brute of mankind One tree provides oxygen For four of thy clan For their survival on this planet Breathes in carbon dioxide Defending ozone layer's defence Dust hesitates to rise In air to suspend Less by seventy percent Near a row of trees Noise reduces by fifty percent Peace and peaceful is clime A tree cools as if an air conditioner in a big house Stop ring thy death knell O brute of mankind Plant trees everywhere Nourish as if thy child Protect thy environment If thou wish to survive And lead a quality life
Seas of anchors beneath the earth Take hold the dew of morning For truth givers and life bearers Hands stretched to the sky, demanding Freedom and peace and strength and serenity An understanding of things unknown Power purely born into existence From a single, simple seed
Soft, a damp; an umber forest. a mossy way. rain; wet trickled dirt. distant ravens. boots; crispy ferns. snapping twigs. just breathe; a deep gray whisper, the irresistible scent of fern. falling back into the dark musty bristle of a bear, quickly being submerged by deep grey, smokey clouds. Look up, in the feathery pines - a flying squirrel! his eyes, lips, and spirit all at once smile saying,
"hi. little duck,"
Just a little thing I wrote a while back... makes me feel good
The exploration of the woods decreases as the artists perfect their virtual ones From the couch, consume a million adventures without ever stepping a stone Evil defeated Dopamine Depleted Enjoy the glory all alone
The birds and bees cease to be No eyes outside No care if nest or hive empty Just plastic archeology Bare bones and silcone Til the last leaf falls from the tree
Absorbing Sun's caring embrace and the water's life, the trees mix them into oxygen for the man, for he has planted the seeds which marked their beginning — organisms vital for wildlife and shelter.
The man now receives their appreciation with the maturing of the fruit. To eat it is honoring its purpose and time, for it grew only for you, as a gift. Earth's hospitality was never meant for granted, but be returned to the cycle.
It spins like our planet in space, around a warm core and a cold shell. Stars there align to the call of energy designed to dance in gray, and to portray protons and electrons in a chemical reaction, beginning of the first light — pressed lighter igniting candles.