The Nature Of Earth
When I look upon my pasture,
I smile with hope and joy,
The Earth is my master,
And I am it's boy.
The mountains carress my imagination,
Carrying me from my bed,
Showing me the metal abomination,
That from it I have fled.
When I think of all I need,
A bed and food for me,
Something for when I bleed,
The Earth is what I want to be.
The dirt under my feet,
The wind in my ear,
All the animals I meet,
The whistling trees I hear.
The Earth is what I need,
It keeps me warm in a bead.
-TardisRobber
This poem is about:
Our world