A Changing Place

The small rock in all of its god- given glory sits dull! The grass brown and boring is still as it moves not at all! The plants, how slowly they sway! The Earth, how at ease it remains as this sorrowful, plant- infested land! The tree sits in agony! If it could talk, oh the horrible stories it would tell!The horrors of being restricted to this Earth for hundreds of years says enough. All cannot be well! Imagine mother Earth’s life in reverse! Do we remember who was first? Oh, that first tree, breathe a fresh breath of life! Oh, that grass had no toxins! Oh, that air we breathe for eternity will never be the same! They are different because we are who we are. We are man!


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