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Cloudburst, downpour let it touch down, top down. Make tears of the clouds wash off negativity till infinity. Flush away diseases in the life's systems. Let it fall top downpour vaccine, ignite the machine.
Willkommen Zuhause Willkommen auf der Erde Wo niemand perfekt ist Und nichts ist immer richtig.   Willkommen Zuhause
Welcome Home Welcome to Earth Where nobody is perfect And nothing is always correct.   Welcome Home
I am Earth; I am a life form that can live forever. My formation is a spectacle to behold. I am the most beautiful planet in the constellation. From my soil, humans were taken.
Do you think the earth is the only planet with physical life? Are we the only intelligent beings in the vast universe? Some people believe that the universe is too big to have only one planet with life.
Glassy tributes  in fragments of classic fragility  variety of fragrances  as magical coordinates 
Dr aw near  Tou ch me  With your palms of laughing lights  With tips of thousand suns and moons  Closer than water to my earth.  
The devil starts now,  Set loose, bound by its vow, Heaven will come down, like aliens bow, We in the low, to safety, they will tow, 
Of Earth born and all shall return We age till of the urn we yearn   Of Air we need and of that we plead Knowing that soon of pain be freed   Of Fire aroused ire, soon all shall tire
Nou vini Nou flannen Epi nou pati Se tout sa nou konnen.   Sou latè nou vini
The earth she has a fever And a nasty cough and sneeze The fear of every planet A human-like disease   They spread across her surface Removing all her trees Polluting their own oxygen
Yes, I am thinking about the human race Please note that race has ‘four letters’ And most four-letter words Can cause problems, ills, havocs and wars
sly masked marauderrecklessly raucous raccoon~ the final frontier......Mark Toney © 2021.5/15/2021 - Poetry form: Haiku (for you).
O mother of nightingales O constellation curator She who sweetly sings the sunset Kiss beneath that good moon night That dark pale night light Clasp your hands on my life The waning of my soul
Raging river from shallow fallscarves a gully amidst the bankseroding sullen earth's gauntletsqueezing it between twisted ranksplunging into the dark abysstumbling over the rocky planks
Elementals of the worldwe all need to survivenot only to withstand their damagebut needing them to sustain our lives. 
Oh, planets Oh dear planets,   I wonder sometimes, how does Mercury manage to have icy shadowed craters with the Sun's warm embrace?   And I deliberately ponder,
Nothing brings me greater joy Than to hold out my arms And hug the world Thanking the motherland for every trail Every bump, pebble, and stone in the road Leading to a worthy destination
Through the dark void our majestic Earth revolves A resplendent blue orb, floating in a peculiar way Tilted towards our sun, winter's discontent dissolves Free from the cold clasp, life is now perky and full of play
There should not be laws against the possession of and use of marijuana Humans think they have the power and authority to illegalise a natural plant The vegetation of the earth has been here before mankind was formed .
Why is the sky silvery, gray and blue? How many stars are in the universe? Can the grains of sand be counted? Who arranged the colours of the rainbow? What makes the sea stop at the shore?
A soft breeze flows seamlessly Through a forest the size of the world A tree feels the featherlight touch The generous moon places upon it
I wish I be a winner, for I've came a long way & still I got so far to go being a racer. Ride all day I think I lost my way. But love on my mind ain't a player.
Has anybody ever seen a design that does not have a designer? A design cannot come into existence by chance. If you have any information about this, please let me know. .
We need a song of love for each and everyone, A simple song that all nations can sing along. One man could compose and sing this easy song, But it would be better if we all sing it together. .
Ears pounding from the sound of my own disappearance My feet forever ceaseless in their own escape Limbs burning, gazed focused solely on the exit Running  
What a beautiful day it would be  The butterflies roam free  No one to chase thee    A world without humans  Oh, what a day  it's a blessing upon us all or so we say   
Dearest Husbandry,  I’m your Mississippi Aphrodite, a giant Amazonic.  I am shin-deep in the Mississippi River  and I see above the clouds, far out over the Land of Nod.
All of Earth's mothers are Earth and are Earth as seed.       The rest of us are Earth flowers and Earth evolving.  
(This poem was written when I was young) In the morning, the sun rises Like a glowing ball Full of anger and rage But never small   Every day always shining Hot and bright
  Dna a pattern woven through time and space  I am it’s here and now Sacred human connection as told in the stories of old  I am the calling of my ancestors
I don’t care if you’re scared,  so was Martin Luther King Jr.  I’m just here to say
Trickling through my sweet veins bursts a desire to fly through the ocean of petals, whose broken cellulose is splashed vibrantly
  A chick stands for the first time,  Tall and poised, at the edge of the sea cliff. The salty wind ruffles her feathers comfortingly.
I am.   I am made from molecules of gas that coalesced in space millennia ago. I am the caretaker to a global garden of life-- but 
Below this ground lies the infinite ocean graveyard The seas overtaking boundless promises Left for the tides to discard Waves washing away titanium tiles
Discovering a misspelled word in your favorite novel  And smiling, Because nothing is perfect.  Watching wildflowers escape through dry brush, Pushing into the sun, Living in a ditch,
Discovering a misspelled word in your favorite novel  And smiling, Because nothing is perfect.  Watching wildflowers escape through dry brush, Pushing into the sun, Living in a ditch,
I fall. I crash into oblivion. I let the wild Unknown take me, brace me, abate my mistakes.I have no fear, I left that long ago; into the night, into the Earth, back below the ground to revert such doubt towards peace.
Biodiversity makes up Earth, that's my decree. Animals big and small don't forget you and me I got a couple things to say about saving the Earth, 
Rain I hate it The smell of mildew left behind Little droplets pounding down The puddles soaking my shoes It's like a barrier Holding me back But like everything It eventually goes away
What is water Is it wet H2O what is that A colorless and odorless substance found all over earth
Beautiful Queen of earth, princess of land, Will we ever know how she stands? How can she stand these boiling heats? With all these lights on how does she sleep? How can she live, suffocating on elastic?
Look at the trees clothed in vibrantly green leaves, Leaves that not only give beauty but life in all its glory! White flowers with no spot to dull its petals’ eaves.
Persephone, Queen of the Damned Daughter of Spring A true vegan; Natural blogger Has a garden so elaborate; winter cannot crumple Flowers, Vines, Plants galore A great palace of Earth
Virgo, the goddess of innocence or purity Earth, water, here to punish men Virgo the goddess, constilation in sky August to September twenty-thrid to the twenty-second Virgin is she link to the goddess of justice
Free Your heart For me today, Tomorrow, any other day, Whenever suits you best! I'll be here--in every day life   Waiting Patiently alone
Sweet sage. Tears. Hands clinched around another's as we sink, slipping below the original position. The land shifts like dreams. Massive. Mother loves and cries of her blessings eternally. Cycle Synechis.  
From the tales of ancient prophecy  The rivers run to eternity without end  The destiny of all things certain A return to the same place in time
They say insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results. Yet grass continues to grow every time it is cut. The sun continues to rise every time the moon has pulled it away.
the Earth once asked its lover what are humans made of? same as you replied the Girl explain  said the Earth i have iron in my blood,  oxygen in my lungs,  and salt in my tears,
Mother’s Day Flowers: An open letter from your mother:   An embryo encased within the sheath of a seed, I have loved you since before you were born.
Mother’s Day Flowers: An open letter from your mother:   An embryo encased within the sheath of a seed, I have loved you since before you were born.
A golden beam of sunlight shines through scattered patches. Gold reflects on every surface. The trees illuminate in a sunny yellow, Signifying the timeless beauty that fall has bestowed.
Biting wind makes music against my skin in the way my mother used to trace her fingers across my cheeks. The place where I stand on my own two feet, brought higher from the solitude,
I yearn for a time when We have an earth a home where we have butterflies not plastic bags Seahorses not troughs of sea trash Fruitful forests not funerals or forests. I ache for the
The world is at its end, A primal war has begun. Mother Nature’s children are fighting To see who’s the strongest one. Who will win this war?
What wonders the sky beholds,   What wisdom does the intricate dropets of clouds contain?   Trees of rich brown bark, of emerald green leaves,  
As far as one can go, as far as the eye can see. Each time, each step the distance grows near... Once there, another goal to reach is given. The footprints you leave have been set by your presence.
My father and I were sitting in a new restaruant looking over the menus. We loved to go to new places and try new foods. I think it was one of the many reasons we got along so nicely.  
I think I might stay in my bedroom today  my mother didn’t tell me when you stepped out you’d be a needle in a stack of needles, polished metallic grey ripped enough to poke the earth and sadistic enough to watch it bleed.
The Earth is not here for itself. Does nobody understand the brevity of the situation? The world needs us. It needs the boundless energy of our children, The stories of those wisened by age.
The Earth is shaking And its cracks showcase chaos. Get away from them!
My dreams are so big It’s hurt small minded people They can’t wrap their minds are my big dreams So instead
The flowers in her hair were slowly dying. The sky grew too tired of crying. Sheets of white covered her eyes, as the world met its demise.  No one cared to tend the crops. Toxic waste of yesterday filled the air. No rainbow would ever shine there
WhisperOctober love and a delicate signatureDaintilysinging a spirits humble vowUnderindigo seasons of air Shadowsfuse and tempo with intimacyRain
I am an activist because women have no say, because kids think abuse is normal, because suicide is a game; a twisted version of a competition where killing yourself is a form of entertainment.
Giving Mother Earth A Chance Mother Earth, our little blue planet, our home Why does she cry? She cries because we are hurting her, abusing her
The nothingness of space envelops me As I drift amongst a sea of stars. Cold, unfeeling, this is the space we exist in,
The clouds roll in, and the breeze blows by. Just before the rain.   I can smell the earth, and taste the sky.
Sitting along the waters edge the wind flows gently across the water stirring the current slightly. Rocks and earth bellow the water, as the water glides downstream it eases the senses to a place of calm.
all the places you go taste the history breathe the stories the essence the air heavy with magic take a sip of the soul of the land then leave a bit of you for the next traveler
  This New Earth The summer harvest Has been reaped To feed our souls. The last bounty gone To the dust of leaves, Clinging to the mother branch
This, a River This, a river, I am not lines but curves Winding around sand bars Creating islands  Revealed in low tide My current pulses life Tadpoles, carp, algae I smile in light
Awakening to a senseless breath, a breeze takes over; a simple stroke as yesterday's misfortunes fall back into focus __________ One fork in the road,
I am bursting life pours forth from every crevice of my being. I want every sensation to touch my skin, my mouth, my heart and mind and soul;
Words like water,     wittling mountains into mines,     carving cathedrals into canyons. Epitaph like earth,     steadfast in resolve,     yet constantly changing. Fierce like fire,
Selfish   As your last hair fades to gray, The last fish in the sea will swim it’s final mile As you run out of arthritis pills for the last time,
Selfish   As your last hair fades to gray, The last fish in the sea will swim it’s final mile As you run out of arthritis pills for the last time,
I yank the cord and the growling begins A puff of smoke and the metal starts to spin The green soldiers start to charge it And are cut, chewed, and spit out of it
I yank the cord and the growling begins A puff of smoke and the metal starts to spin The green soldiers start to charge it And are cut, chewed, and spit out of it
When we got to the cemetery I felt bad about stepping on all the people. Even if they could not physically tell me, I felt like I was trespassing. 
I can't show you what I've been thru, I can only show you what I look like. I can't show you what its like to be me, I can only show you what I like. I can only show you.
Where did the serene blue skies go? What happened to the crystal clear waters? Blackened nights and darkened clouds Leave creatures and humans suffereing, Suffocating, crying, dying.
If I were to die today,  Would you, darling, be okay?  The love I feel For you is real And does not need a breath to stay.    If the heavens were to shake,  The earth beneath my feet to quake,
Dear Us,   Baby, be bold Dont just Do what you're told You've got a voice like gold Don't let your soul be sold   See the rink? Get in there.   
Dear Self,  Sometimes when it's late at night and I feel like my room is the only vessel drifting through a black spacious ocean with the constellations above, some bars of light will begin circling around
Dear Earth, You are beautiful. Your wind refreshing, Your seas uplifting. You grow as a monument
Dear Mother, You choke on the hot breath of our gas guzzling, air snuffling, motorized genius Products designed for our own convenience Greasy, grimy, slippery oil Seeping into your velvety soil
Everything looks brown But the moon is gold I wonder if she can hear the Earth sobbing The harvest gains less several single year Farmers blame the city I blame the city too I also blame the farmers
Dear Earth,   Your rolling fields of amber grass, Cerulean waves of primeval, And skies painted with ripe orange, bubblegum, and perfect aubergine Are no longer as beautiful as they once were.  
Do we hold our world in the palm of our hand? We pretend we are in control, But all human actions must end.   Water. Air. Wind, Earth, and Fire.
To Humankind, It was not a human hand, That rolled the planets into spheres And placed them side by side. It was not our fingers
I wish there was a way for me to assure you That I do all that I can to thank you  For allowing us to dwell and walk peacefully in your arms To hear others say they have laid claim
  Why do you stand there throughout the wear and tear? You watch for all time committing a victimless crime.     You are bound by root
  Winding Strands of silken air, Rushing 'round my clothes and hair, Round and round the Earth they fly, Climbing high without a care.  
FRUIT He said nothey said yesIt hung they're so perfect He said no, they said yesone little bitedeath
I Wish Upon a lot of the stars in the sky To become and to bloom and expand into something that I could never be right now I just want to go To go run across the earth and pump my legs as fast as I can
Dear Earth,   I need to apologize for I have hurt you. I have gone through my daily life being selfish,
Atlas fades on stormy days A tortured burden he must bear But now the birds of song are gone Descending the depths of despair  
To my beloved parents,                                                                                               fa/th/er  
I need you to tell me where I went wrong I’ve spent too many nights, afraid of something I do not know Terrified, that I might make the same mistake But it’s a hundred times more powerful than you think
The earth sits, bare. How it wishes for there to be One to bring water to the deserted field. Let the seeds of the beautiful flowers and trees Grow and grow until the bareness can no longer be seen.
Hear Me Earth Your actions have Consequences   Hear Me Earth Appendages ripping at one Another  
Oh look at the trees the leaves fall every day the trees dont blink an eye leaves are meant to be this way   So why do we care about the words someone might say about the look of a stare
I tried for a slam poetry kind of rhythm:   Hey Earth, I'm sorry that you're feeling this way. I'm sorry that we're turing you from blue to grey. I'm sorry that I don't know what to do or say,
You are the sun, I am the moon. Not entirely related, Not entirely necessary to have one for the other to survive. But both entirely important, But both entirely loved.  
  Change Change or be Forgotten Her words ring like a Bell Never spoken Through the seasons We learn Most of Us see her Pain Pollution hurts her inhabitants
To whom it may concern: Love for the earth is not a feeling to be disregarded. If you have ever spun around, trying to take it all in more fully,
It seems I always knew the earth was round. From my childhood it was preached in learning. The fact always struck me as perfect, And wonderfully so.
“I am dying”, the Earth whispers to me. Grass is mistreated and flowers defeated. Birds never tweeted yet humans competed. We were all becoming concreted.   Green, dewy sprinkles.
the grass tangles around my toes causing a chill down my spine the soft chill of the earth brushing against the bottom of my soles, reminding me of the cold ocean that lives in your eyes 
The Seas And the Skies The color In his eyes Your hue makes me warm You’re a thunderstorm He holds the moon dear
Broken Fixers.   This life isn't broken. It was never a working thing. The people didn't know. They cry
Yea....I know, You can't tell me what I know. You're acting as if you're the sea and I'm the boat, But we both know that you're too weak to   Mybad...I messed up,
Inside summer's chrysallis, water burned.   A pulsating haze scorched the fledgling cornstalks and slammed into the thick silver mist stemming from the nearby stream. It called to mind the distant dread of winter,
Mercury, Venus, Saturn, All the planets, the same pattern, If we listen to their patter, Our world is bones from their matter. The Sun has scorched the planes of Mars,
I'm so not ready for the world to come crashing into my life this morning. But it never waits for me. I just want to be with you. The earth is so pretty. But it'd be prettier with you.
Right to left, left to rightwe are safe, in the dark of night.With the moon beaming on our pale skin, oh so brightdon't suck my soul out, scream with all our might.Listen to the slow vibrations, the tiny sleeping bees
Everywhere I look, all I can see is garbage To my left I see my friend, drowing in pollution To my right I see another suffocating on plastic Above me there is so sun, no light, no warmth
Verse 1: Feet on the ground, More so when nobody to be found Though sometimes I like to stick around Need to be alone, figure out what’s really right and what’s wrong Got my head in the clouds,
Verse 1: Feet on the ground, More so when nobody to be found Though sometimes I like to stick around Need to be alone, figure out what’s really right and what’s wrong Got my head in the clouds,
We need to act now.          The earth is slowly dying.    Humans are to blame.
just breath,  don't suffocate  let the amber rose  cover the cell let the night  speak to you, to your soul let me breath  you in, I'll show  you art, her  tips are orchid 
The trash, I see, like sand on your green grasses Littered so far, so wide, it’s like the stars in the sky Do they not see your beauty? Do they not see their cruelty?
I once felt the grass under my feet. I could feel the vibrancy radiate through me higher than the skyscrapers covering today’s skies.
She has curves that will take your breath away. She has peaks that will give you vision. Time does not exist, when you feel something like this. She has given me strength to move forward.
Of the many things wrong, I find this one to have a grip on me, strong We need reform Let us perform A societal change Refute the strange
Could this be real. I've felt the pain, the heartache seemed to be endless, Yet the joy so fulfilling, my smile so genuine Could this be real. The beauteous sunlight, the luminous starlight,
Our mother is angry. She rattles in her sleep. There's a burning spirit among her. Her children, taking the heat.
She captured me in her sexiness with her gravitational pull Her gravitational pull tugs at my essences The heat she emit would make Satan sweat Her earth tone skin have men erupting like volcanoes
A year ago, you didn’t realize activism was in your near-future. Now, more than one hundred lives,thousands of gallons of water,and many other natural resourcesare saved each year becauseYou choose not to put animal bodies or their by-products on
(The image accompanying this piece of writing is of an oil painting, created by me, with the intent of abstractly representing my memories of the natural landscape in which I lived as a child.)  
Somewhere between my birth and death, flowers wilt and sulk, leaves breakaway, and the wind carries the seedlings. Things fall and deteriorate,
Thank you for granting me impermanence; Consciousness is a pair of 3D glasses or 2 hours of headache tossed in the trash. If I had to keep taking shits until the Universe’s expiration date,
People will always be people. no matter how many layers of rose glass we put between us and them, they will always be people.
Sunlight across the sky; mix of energy and air You can never convince me that’s all that is there.
Into the sky it goes, with its fiery tail behind it- the loud noise of its roar.   then, it stops, to then floar amongst the stars, with a great gentleness and calm.
What would you change? A blind society blessed with vision through knowledge While screens worldwide buzz and ink splashes on paper Spreading gossiping, Hateful,
What a damn free world we are living in Some came from England for religious freedom And others came to escape their corrupt piece of land   Now somehow, we all gather in some place called the freedom land
The art of music quite defines The social spectrum that’s divine. Our broken world has suffered pain That Eco friendlies can’t contain. Desire needs for others help But Humans wont prevail at all
A gust of wind. I am dislodged from my cradle. My blanket is ripped away. My family shrinks in the distance. I crash to the ground. The light blinks out as I am covered in a new blanket. I am cold.
Rolling hills of white Up higher than a kite. Such beauty as surreal As the fading water wheel. Up on Heaven's Shoulders I gaze upon the Earth. Up on Heaven's Shoulders
Blank, white, still Earth  The silence is deafening. Smell of happiness in bloom Songs of the beginning of warmth. Children playing, water splashing, freedom in the air Stress is gone, school is out.
  It all begins with a single song Drifting, fluttering, singing along. The sweet scents of a thousand flowers As they mingle through the air, It only lasts for what seems an hour,
The invisible force blowing the trees The flowers blooming and blossoming with glee With each and every day The Earth exhales in its majesty  
I'm all alone In the zone Tired of adults telling me I'm not grown But I pay no mind Not to the hypocrites who think they're on their grind Not to the homeless who come begging for loose change
Lost in the land of backpacks, bullying, and excuses I just can't take it any more, I'm a complex thinker in a simple, close-minded land The bland robots walk around with the same daily routine
Memes are the only thing that are keeping tThis dreadfull world is hold together, by organisms that make you smile and shiver.
I french kiss the morning, And open my eyes, The sun is smiling; the clouds are high, I jump out of bed, and grab my book, Then search in earnest for a quiet nook, I finish my story and hike the trail,
I am water,/Flowing and ebbing and dipping,/Murmuring a silent scream,/My emotions are like a waterfall/rushing, never stable./ I am the earth/Crumbling, shaking, tremoring,/Cold, warm/without voice, without choice,/Alone, and overrun./ I am fire.
Love is like a green leaf innocent, delicate and soft tenderness of which brings a sensation of pleasure to mind
I am the river and you are the channel; Your deep pathways laid into existence are ones I flow in, naively. I am the observer  and you are the painting; Your sunken earth eyes look at me
 NOTE: The original looks like the image     Peach  Yawning, the light of a passing day dips the horizon in an apricot die  
Please take care of me Leave only the sweetness behind  As a way to remember the better times Never forget what I meant to you  Everything is taking its toll
I saw the farthest star from here and I knew that was real  I raised my hand and reached my finger tips up, out, and past this Earth  Until I was one with the rest of the universe Until I was bigger than the farthest star
You rant to the sky and lay blame to the earth, for it's gravity is keeping you from flying. As passionate as you are, your fire starts to die as the sunlight begins to fade.
In the land of everlasting night The Sun and Earth twirl and sway Spinning aroung in fantastic flight   The Earth basking in his glorious light In a dance so graceful and gay
Green leads to Greed yet I gaze outdoors to discover green is synonymous with growth what does this mean we have been groomed from the first green means go chase the paper, not the dream
I am sinking.   I am sinking, and I can't remember -  where I started or why I am here?   The azure Sky, the open Sky Open. I scent the Earth in myself . . .  I am sinking.
“Evening Suns” Twilight sets as a black night approaches Stars twinkle passionately “Morning Stars” Crack of dawn greets us before noon is here
I love nature With all the trees and the bee's And the I love yous   
did you know that an atom is a galaxy? the nucleus, dense with balancing neutrons and humming with protons, is an infinitesimal star. and swelling around it, like nebula gasses
Mother earth , Not just a planet but of so much worth,  Not just crust, mantle and core but our girth. Billions of years ago she was born  fully loaded with recipe for life 
I love you like the sun loves the earth, It rises each morning just so it can gaze upon the earthly beauty, Just as I awake every morning so that i may look upon your beautiful face. My darling, You are my world.
I’ll take you on this journey; across warm bars of sand, over regal mountains resting in the verdant pastures. Embrace the treasures of soil beneath your naked feet.   As your soul tremors
In the night sky The star’s twinkle To the rhythm of my heart The man in the moon Sings me to sleep With the sweetest melody Made of light and convex beams   Colors dance in the daylight
The Sun and the Moon together  raise the Earth. The Sun, with her warm touch keeps the Earth in place. The Moon, with his strong pull creates the tides to calm the Earth.  2 opposites
Hidden Beauty |~Taylor Freeman~| Losing someone is extremely difficult. But when they are close to someone so young that’s the worst. Our father was killed in war;
Haikus for Peace #1 Will there be peace soon? All I see is war and hate. In time things will change. #2
On Einstein's General Relativity :)   Time unbroken, pushes it's eternal expanse. A dimensionless space gone with every fleeting glance.   Men of the experiment,
Touch is a sense of teaching; Exploring the world. To know you're home. Defining your perception of "beauty". Making memories. To be exposed to what we call... ...Life... Living without this,
It brings us all together Under a sun we all share Housing us forever Under its loving care With sand on our toes  And snow on our nose
I find my mind will change itself. My body will decay. My thoughts, my dreams, my aspirations turn to low vibrations and whither away. All of these material things that some hold dear to Heart...
Earth is big And blue Reaching around for miles and miles in as an oblate spheroid Tilted on an ever turning axis Hanging in the fabric of the cosmos like bulb on a tree
Out of a trance. Transported, into another time frame, another second of grace beyond our space of a lifetime. Rebuked and without a trace, vanished, into an unknown place.
I’m the moon and you’re the earth. I can always see you and be with you, We can get nearer and nearer yet we can’t be together. You are my world yet I am not your world. I am yours and yet you are not mine.
Heaven is in love with Sky, the sky in love with Earth. Earth's in love with mortal life while mortal life looks up to view the stars in Heaven's grasp and wonder what they were.
All I need is the world. I need to feel Earth between my toes, and the sun brushing my skin. I need to see the sky in all of it's changing colors.
Wake up to nothing but The earth, her sea-like grass sashaying all around you; the faint sound of the ocean traveling through the trees.
(If I were stranded on a deserted island I would bring my love and respect for nature with me). I sat up on the hill, My gaze caught the shore, forest, and stream, Oh, what a thrill! T’was the most glorious dream,
The earth sprouts new life like love grows attachment and clings on  tight. Like a new-born bird taking flight for the first time, leaving the nest, taking chances.
My psychologist says I have mental issues My mother affirms this to be true. Why do you expect me to be normal in a world so very abnormal?   They say that life is what you make it out to be
What death has become me? Concrete depths towards nothing. Consuming the delicious earth hallowed out by passege ways of metal and fire. Electricity Dirt and  Trash.
At first it rained and then it poured. Lightning bore up to the sky and the gods applause resounded off the rigid mountains. We danced, and sang and cried. In the tears of  Mother Earth
The Bible told us that the Earth is round when people thought it was flat.People were afraid of falling off the Earth but the Bible contradicted that.The Bible told us that the Earth is round in Job 22:14.
What I would give to be in Wyoming. Where mountains hug the sky and the wind whispers stories of yesterday. Where lakes mirror dusty pine trees and Father Sun is close enough to burn sunflowers
Those winter leaves are wanting me I used to be a quiet girl I used to sit in nature, hidden from the world Those winter leaves are calling me Pushing me to be the best I can be
The day they said the world was to end and so the day the world waited for with fears   but no signs of it all and the day's work went as usual and on schedule and some as late as usual  
  After every storm ends lo and Behold the sunshine! Clouds part Disappearing into sunlight. Earth shows you her skin-warming smile again, Forgiving humans their transgressions.
Notes from plants- it’s clear now. Soon, few will know of the Earth as it once was- bewitching.  
The mirror only knows how to say "You're unique," in the worst way, The fairy tale bodies of crinkled magazine covers always implied a happy ending, But this, is
Waking up to you is like discovering a foreign place. I trace every birthmark on your skin to find your face. I was a vast land, long forgotten and claimed my none. Curious eyes reached beyond the horizon, it had begun.
I faithfully follow the father as i try to fight off fear,
I am the weight that makes the ground beneath me Tremble When I land on my feet. I am the storms that plow through lands and tear Right through civilization's seams.
Up above in the emptiness of space
It’s too small of a planet To say Earth is everything, To say the stars are there for beauty And the moon is there for peace.   It’s too great of a world To say God is false,
Peaceful in Heaven Exciting on Earth Angels watching over you Candles flaming Endless time coming Full of dreams Under the stars Love all around    
You are so lucky to be here Living on this Earth, For all the odds indicate That you would never have lived here On this tiny speck In the middle of nowhere In the cold depths of space.
I've aligned my mind, body and soul in perfect syzygy:   The Moon is my mind, projecting a faint glow in the darkest of places, which still remains a mystery to even myself  
The beauty in life is its artwork. I'm not talking about the paintings, sculptures, or photographs that fill the walls of museums, although they are magnificent too;
Wonderment touches understanding but barely recognizes it
I feel, A special kind of green today.  Blue's just too wholesome, 
EVERY FACE THE SAMEBY MIRA WILDERSix hundred billion peopleevery face the samethe only living differenceis only in a name.I cry for my IdentityThe World out of Control
Earth's memoriesBuried deep in stonesThey remember large creaturesThe cataclysmAnd the fallSometimes they show picturesOr give bonesBut I hear their wordsAnd I write their stories.
I came here with the seagulls  I’m a born city-dweller  but the water crashes
Balance my heart with a stoneYou will see that I'm sinkingI can barely breathe above the wavesBalance my mind with a cloudYou will see that I am soaringDancing with the wind
Letting nature take its turn on me. Feeling the grass prickle my calves,  Poking its way through my clothes- Demanding entrance to brush my skin. Against my arms,  It prances around tentatively.
What a bunch of spoiled bratsI look
Its a terrible feeling, wat
I am a wanderer I allow myself to explore the outer reaches of my mind and world
veined ovals lean against the hose with small puddles, guests: though one more a guest than the other   towards that end, and treading amongst the surface she plays the Body living, breathing spinning
the breeze feels like feathers against my skin and laughter suffocates me but i can still breath.  two beers shots shots shots shots shots  dark souls filled to the brim with inebriation 
As the government cleans itself, it sees what is outside itself as more dirty.
We're space-candy mannequins, just suckers for human sin. Count to three, it's a jawbreaker world; only sweet until it's gone and you're left with that ache in the maw. I'm a space-candy mannequin,
lives are crying, because its not clean Earth is dying, because its not green... Earth is our dear mother dont pollute it
Why can't we get along? Brothers Sisters Mothers Fathers We're a family On a big planet We all matter Why not get along?   Why can't we get along? Blacks
The shadows break free from the horizon
The Wander is a nomad with a purpose. The Wander walks without fear. I hold my heart close, knowing I can trust the tides of the waters rather than lips. The Wander is free.
I am the Earth and the soil.
I tie my hair back, to not block my sight, Just realizing now that for so long I've been so blind.
When I'm away from him my soul feels cold, my arms feel empty, my nights feel lonely. He is my protector, my friend, my love, my connection to something that is outside of myself.
When I close my eyes I'm travelling with backpacks hanging off of me they aren't heavy because they're just enough
You're beautiful.  You're inspiring. You're flawless. I wanna be you. I wanna know you. I'm scared to talk to you. I don't know if you'll talk to me. You'll never like me. I'll never be you.  
What do I see?
O Earth, will you not rest? Shifting your plates violently As if trying to wipe away the junk You fell city's, as a logger fells trees You bring even the mighteist skyscraper to its knees
I am an open space Vast, Lush, Deep, Dark, or Green A million words can describe my being Though the only true one is "Dead"   No walls may confine me I am viturally free
There was another reality
I am carbon  a diamond in the rough still dull with jagged edges I've been through heat and under lots of pressure but I still don't shine people look and stare in my direction
The wonderful trees And the beautiful bees Are part of our Exciting Earth.  
The Earth is like a beautiful cloud, Just to be on it makes me feel proud. If only I could just release The world from War and Hell into Peace.
Like children playing
We humans, we stomp across the delicate grass, As if it were not there. But if the grass were human, it would call you an ass, Lift you up and throw you into the air.   We humans, we rise up into the sky,
incredible. that we think of the waves--of things of nature--as intruders. we say to the waves: "stay back!" so as not to ruin our man-made prizes. but did we ask the beach's permission to build upon her sand
We have become comfortable with our lifestyles to the point where we ignore what is happening to the world around us.   Can't you see the afternoon sky, violet with the polutants of man?
Hi Annie Hi my name I am unique and very passionate about God I'm very bright in all I do I learn about love at the age 16 . love is God Love makes peace Love is truth Love is bright
I often dream of myself floating from space, looking down upon the planet and watching its peacefulness.  And from up above, if my voice could somehow reach every human being, I would say, "Stop trying to dominate nature."  
The pulse The nerves The burning in me Is the ebb of the ocean The splash of the sea   The truth The future The fire in me Is the forest in the acorn The pod in the pea
Judgement on this world Society truth. Hatred. suffering the Lies
Put on your masks; buy oxygen from cans
Exploded from nothing, just children of the stars All of a sudden, these little starts started to bloom. Little did we know, that we were our own doom.  
Wedding love--rare depth Uncommon variation Sought four leaf clover
Nature's nurture nearsnostalgia n' never noticed now. Nomore.
  Can you feel it? The mist in the air And the rain in your hair As concepts become a blur And deception is more. While humming birds destroy
I want you to know that I cant breathe when you are around I want you to know that I'm suffocating in the capacity of our love; It constantly consumes me And just as you tear down my branched breaths of air;
Initially I was a Marketing
Initially I was a Marketing Major Set up to learn in the prestigious Isenberg School of Management Where I would become an aspiring businesswoman Where I would first change physically
My mothers, my maidens, my crones, 
What were they like When they fell down, when they withered,
Dancing like the trees, you change like the leaves. 
  Long live the forests, the graceful trees
  Up above our wondrous world
  Quiet in the night
She cried through the winter, and so the earth painted itself her favorite shade of green. She cried for space to chase her dreams, and so the earth opened into a sky of pale blue.
What would the earth do if I outlast forever? The trees will perish The flowers will relinquish But life will continue on
Leaves fall from a Tree, Landing on the lifeless Earth, Life leaves its Branches.
Life once created a soul with mighty dreams and hopes Yet it only took a man to destroy it
So beautifully flowing, so sporadically chaotic, so miraculously conjoined, the fact of existance, so matter-of-fact, as we live to simply not be. Nothing may begin if there be no end,
Re: cycle When birds are bursting with the
Majesty The only  word to describe  Tranquility The water ripples slowly under the sun The slow breathing still rock Protects the trinkling waterfall As its own Because they are one. 
Fresh flesh bleeds upon the ancient grounds of history Flesh that isn't our own Those chunks of human life belong to our brothers and sisters born to delete the wrong doings of war sickened people. They fight.
If rebirth was an option, or reincarnation a possibility... I would be scared to be a human again.
Don’t go to law school. Lawyers have the highest rate of alcoholism. You’re going to have so much debt. Why on earth would you want to be a lawyer?  
There is a war waging on this world. It is waged by every country, every boy and girl. Every stream, every ocean feels the war’s pain. And water fights back with acid rain.  
Love is pain, Love is sadness. Love is misery, Love is beautiful.   Death is destructive, Death is tormenting. Death is feared, Death is beautiful.   People are horrid,
A gigantic orb made of land, water, and sky is relatively minute, hanging
The tick tick ticking of time passing by The climbing numbers of a clock while, My mother tells me to stop, the minute hand Whispers to the hairs stretching up I plant seeds that I never see
“We become aware of the void as we fill it.”                                                                                                                                            -Antonio Porchia                
The people of the Earth, were once married to it. In a Garden good and pure, they lived quite happily.
I would comb the beaches of garbage--sca-tter--ed trash, collect the refuse like we once collected seashells as the waves crash.   And scrub off the chemicals
A summer breeze A winter’s freeze She cycles annually with ease   A thankless offer And yet we rob her Of her finite gifts   We take, we take She breaks and breaks
The Earth is like a caterpillar, unchanged but ready to grow. Earth's history is quite the filler,
The rain. The rain. My bare feet on the cold wet ground. I stare across the vast expanse which is my city. The trees. The houses. The lights. The cars. As the rain falls, my world seems to go in slow motion.
I close my eyes.   I want to see The canopy of oaks Dancing together        Swaying Their mossy branches Back and forth To their natural rhythm   I want to smell
The ocean sprays my face; it enchants me. A sea of icy blue, it haunts my mind. It is the giver of life. It will be, what it will be. What a treasure to find.   The forest is mighty with branches strong,
So Blind are we Not being able to see  The beauty of Nature within  It's almost as if our hearts are thin To realize what's around  And to be able to hear the sound  Of crickets, frogs, and trees
A job that would change the world would be a job that could save the earth. Mother earth has been so great to us, let us return the favor.
Never again will we see another day, Since we all have to play the game, To near waters filled with oil, What has become of us when we all dry and boil?   Never again will we live to breathe,
she was tangled among branches and intertwined and punctured   she was weak and flimsy blowing along the gutter trapped under a tire   stored within herself
Nature. It surrouds us. With its leaves, soft petals, and twisting vines it produces a never-ending beauty. It helps us relax. It helps us grow. It helps us
Roses are red, violets are blue, The world should be seen from an eviormentalists veiw. To change the world step by step would truely put a human  to its test. 
There are people everywhere, living life without a care. But with a plea and a cry I beg for them to open their eyes. Plastic Islands in the Sea Merky water filled with pee.  No longer peaceful and sarene 
I heard the grass is greener on the other side Only if you abide By the rules they preach to sinners Only those who reach it are truly winners And the everlasting pulsing is gone I’m coming home
o1. bandaids for the earth where she’s splitting at the seam and soft butterfly kisses   o2. flower crowns for every head turned down, make lonely corners
My mother of Resolution A mother of hope A listener of wisdom My detective of crime Understanding of all imperfections   Loving, caring, compassionate
I resent my own species for damning so many others, Extinguishing those to whom nature is also mother If I could change one thing, I would open humanity’s eyes,
Born to a generation of kids, in which
I drudge myself to a rangewhere boys were buzzingby the riflesFantasizing themselves as Cowboysriding the long ride togetherI tried my hand at the complex contraption
What good would Earth be,
I will change how you perceive me The world is waiting Clouds clearing Our eyes finally esteemed to what really may be I believe the allusion has sewn our seam The allusion of difficulty 
Dark clouds roil over dark buildings  and cover the sky
  There is a noble King who walks these grounds; he brings peace and serenity.
What if the world ran on energy That was sent from the sun people could do so many activites that you could not count the fun    renewable energy doesnt go away there's so much to use
Dear Santa,
Even when I die My voice shall cry Immortalized through The mind`s eye   Even if I rot You will not forgot You will hear my poetry More than the ticking of the clock  
  The rowdiness around me is a Disturbance in this peaceful place But I have stood here long enough To rekindle the beauty that was once known   That beauty is being ruined by who?
The fabric, so obviously visible. We, oblivious to its vital importance, to sustain civilization, are ignoring the fabric of information. The institutions gather us, learning to weave, stitch, and sow:
What happens when God himself falls from heaven? When the heavenly grace is stripped?
Everyday all day , I look down. Everyday all day , all I do is observe , build and dissipate through the beautiful sky. Everyday ..  Everyday.
The wind blows and the leaves rustle Everyone’s moving with such hustle No one stops anymore to listen to Her To them she’s like a cats annoying purr   But what if they just stopped for a moment
Very vague are the Various viscous Vibrations volleying With vast Motorizing strength, The blasting of the Motor To the best bang Of engine blinding The eye with
Pain I feel it taking over me inside The cries, the struggles The pain that needs to be set free Why did you hurt me? Why must I feel the way I do because of you So many questions gone unanswered
It's a new year they say,
Loving caresses Following me endlessly  Appreciation
Hugged fingers for safety protect me
A conversation about politics gets most people uptight
In our days, we've watched the passing of old ways.
Floating through an abyss of tears and fears. Do they notice me? Can they help wipe the errors? Dancing, twirling; I scream to be free. One day they will see, it was me they always needed.
I feel the sun's warm rays kissing my skinThe soft breeze caressing meColors swirl and dance aboutSoft yellows blend with deep greensOcean blue becomes soft jasmine
Remind me   Tell me what I am Tell me what you think I should be I want to hear it Remind me   Just ‘cause I’m female I just shouldn’t be here On this land
Weary Earth, how you suffer:
A carbon atom is small, But it can make you trip and fall. It has many things to do in life, So it will do it while he flies. Carbon forms a bond with oxygen, And they become the eternal bossing gem. They travel through the world,
The pain begins to kick in. The never ending pounding,  The drums beat inside my head.  Trembling, the room spins, Sipping the vodka in my glass, I'm drowning. My liver screams
The aquatic garden, when seen from space, is vast, mystical, and blue It has many unique, sea creatures living in it too Some burrow, some float, some dart from side to side
Look around, what do you see? Is it blurry or is it just me? I rub my eyes to make the fog go away. But I end up smearing my make-up for the day. It is not hard to see the cause of this,
blistered skin, that whispers flayed. my life, a cage, to which I'm chained. Haunting voices, following close, the creeping utterances, my subtle foe. feet trimmed by velvet,
Tumbled stones               Ebbing tides                           Salty mist                                                Nature's prize Breathing in                Letting go
Grass, Once brown and lifeless, turned green and fresh. Teachers, Once solemn and dull, turned exciting and bright. Academics, Once boring and monotone, turned active and hands on.
Along the rolling hills there are a vast number of wind mills producing power for all with electricity standing tall free is this electricity which comes from such simplicity this is my ulitmate goal
Earth shakes and the wonders fall. A crack of the spine brings down man’s greatest of all. “Enough!” Mother says to the fly. In her thundering voice she bellows “Your most magnificent is but a speck under my sky!”
If there are stars that can shine, however bright they like, then that gives us the right to be as bright as we can be.   If there are planets that give life however vast they like,
  Mother Earth  rejoices hymns of children cradled in branches birthed by her human mothers   Mother Earth rooted in pain endurer of vain bears blessing, sends prayer
Born of water, And of ice, Warm exterior to suffice. Raised from dust, Breath of life, Born into eternal strife. Set up walls,
Most of us believe that we are free, But in reality, we are nothing more than a working bee. Most of us believe that the system is fair, But in reality, its only causing us pain.
Since when does being green give someone permission to be mean? It shouldn't and I know because I come from a school where being green is cool and anyone who isn't is seen as a fool.
Earth! what a small word for a bulbous creation,so much diversity, from cultures to racesfrom continent to countries, from places to nationswhat a gift God gave us for ages and ages
I'm not a poet but maybe I am. Maybe we are all poets. Writing the Earth's story in elegent form and flow.   We seemingly live as individuals stuck in the flow of things.
Do you remember The earth’s heartbeat? Do you know That flowers aren’t just To look pretty? And that the dirt
Can one change the 6,999,999,999?No. But they can change a few.And  those few can change multitudes.Through those multitudes the world can hear.They can hear the simple dream of a small voice.The simple dream filled with strong passions. They can
Far far away in the planet of the “dolls” everything was perfect. Perfect clothes, perfect hair, perfect skin, perfect homes, everything was exactly flawless.
   Remember when the world was happy? Neither do I.   
There once was a planet,a ball of rock, dirt, and granite.Full of life, lush with green,it was like a heavenly dream.Populated with beasts of every kind,the void of the universe it redefined.
We wonder upon this vast planet we call Earth, 
Concrete wasn’t always made so harsh and solid In fact it was mostly straw When I walk without my shoes on It rubs my poor feet raw
Your goodness reflected in my eyes When you began to rise Soul reflected across the sky I knew there my heart would lie. Beautiful yellow and blue colors, Warming me like electric covers.
Sounds in the night the shadows in my eyes dreams in color whizzing by the echoes in the walls I sense pending doom but I am willing to change it turn it into the most beautiful art
Go outside! look at the bright world out there. Feel the chill on your face, the cold wind in your hair. Stand out in the open, study the sky's blue a winter sun on my face, and I am with you.  
What is that tiny speck of dirtIn the distance?That tiny, microscopic,Beautiful speck of dirt
I watch the world with saddened eyesWhat mother nature must think of usThis once beautiful blue planetNow covered in trash and dust
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!
I know how much she holds In the palm of her green hand Why they seem to spite her She will never understand Her tired eyes watch as they scratch at her knees More is what they want
  I have placed this pen in a behemothic, spherical object, Where it is not required to nest in the area it was assigned to,  But it has the option to wander around, And perform what it desires.  
Planet Earth where I reside Created by Him, who gave me life Sent me here for a purpose to fulfill To set goals and achieve, to strive Our society is condemning Humanity is painfully amuck
We'll be here until the end of time, let's not leave love behind, let's be kind, clean the earth, make it shine, because our world is so fine, everything is beautiful, keep an open mind,
The sun and the Earthboth complete oppositesyet needing each other.As gravity pulls them aparteveryday, struggling to betogether againAnd everyday, the Sun will come to kiss the Earth
Why do I write, you ask? May I ask, why you breathe? Why you sleep?   Writing is to me as wind is to air, as wing is to dream. as rain is to earth.
Dark brow of winter, Wrinkled and pinched from the cold, A dusting of snow.   Bright eyes of summer, Dancing like waving green grass, So fully alive.   Laughing mouth of spring,
In the freezing snow, The snowflakes fall from the sky; Covering the ground.   The sun is burning In the flamming summer day. Water drops are cool.   The planet turns green,
You wake up, eat, drive to work, drive home, sleep- repeat. What is this? Am I truly happy? We begin in the womb for a time. Born and as we grow, the cycle restarts once again. What is my purpose?
Cast off Sea winds light. Laying along the gunwale, I drape my arms Skimming the heavy blue A warm body, irresistible, so cohesive Unstoppable motion Sacred air Face of calm, archaic organisms
My feet take root in the core of the earth, my hair wraps around the moon. I turn my head, and the ocean sways in harmony with me, kissing the shore on either side, rocking itself to sleep.
Trees have always reminded me of lungs. They even kind of look like them. They branch out in the same type of widespread, fleshy mass with exposed meat, and their introverted veins; veins as in branches, veins that act as passages.
Love joy peace to these we wish to comply The morals of which our ancestors applied We try to reach humanity with our peace talks and love speeches
What is Briana Scott? Young, beautiful, thoughtful, quiet, self-conscious, determined, creative...Lost.  I don't really know what I'm supposed to be doing  with this life of mines.
Here I stand in the hills of green Surrounded by the mountains and all the streams I hope to God that others may see the beauty Of the earth that is our home Tell me how can we believe in green
Scowling eyes filled with growing tears, which bleed and shed their seething fears. A land once ruled by natural laws, soon crumbled under political claws. These eyes, they see what is now disowned,
Mother hold me in warm embrace,Gently cradle my delicate skin,Caressed by your loving winds.Touch my lips with petals,Soft flowers of maternity love.
Earth Where injustice and immorality are the norm Where bloodshed and betrayal occur daily Where the few dominate over the many Where war has become reality and generations are raised in conflict 
Maybe we are all here placed on this earth to fear and love and grow, to experience pain but also love, joy, happiness  to grow close to one another to build relationships to never hate
Happiness is a tired heart And calloused hands. It's pain Relievers and aching metaphors.   Metaphors that breathe and sing Like Northern Cardinals 'what cheer! 'What cheer!' The rhetoric
You don't know it yet but you are an infection. A stain stung so deep into this earth's rich soil,
“It is said that Prometheus ascended into heaven and secretly lit his torch at the chariot of Helios, in order to bring down fire to man”
To the lakes, Oceans, Waterfalls, Oceans you fill with purity The fish and sea creatures swim You give us all you can give To the waves that move on your surface Down riverbanks you flow
I was waiting for the light to turn green when a fragile, tiny leaf fell onto my windshield and started to dance across like a Russian Ballerina, delicately and flawlessly spinning before it flew away with the breeze.
I need answers I need prayers I need sympathy In this dying misery I need affection I need hope I need this wind to tell me which way to go So come with me now
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Standing still, eyes planted on the framed piece before me. Canary yellow, alive like a dandelion takes me back to the two room house on Spaghetti Hill. Red, as deep as blood that flows through our veins,
The frown in the sky And a chasm upon the earth Is undone by the tender embrace of the sun The overwhelming, intoxicating rush of the water
I'm falling apart, i wonder if i'm the only one. Is it possible to feel down at such a lovely time. Isn't this time where everything blooms. I can't figure it out i feel like i'm drowning in an empty pool. Happiness is nothing but an illusion.
On the beat, on the beat The only sound's the pounding feet Of people jumping on the stage, Dancing the story of our age, Of all the humans in their cage The dancers free their pounding rage.
Why recycle? Because it is a simple chore to do, To do by putting paper and plastic into bins, Bins whose markings show, Show the arrowed triangle of refuge, Refuge that will reduce waste,
Soil Provides A Solid Stage Rocks Are The Props The Sun Provides A Spotlight Wind Whistling A Gentle Tune River Flows In Peaceful Melody Rain Sings A Happy Song Grass Swaying In Gentle Rhythm
I want to feel the ocean breeze, I want to feel the light of the moon As we lie together on the sand, I want to hear nature's melodious tune.
Above the river's bank rising slowly in the sky, casting a reflection upon the water. Saving the world from total darkness the moon finds its place among the stars
Walk against the wind my friend and let me see your tears, not of sadness or ambition but because you’ve made your mission. Exceed all given of you and then show me all you’ve done, please put down that paper gun.
In striving to view that which is not normally seen, To pry into the gods’ minds as they meander Into what could only catapult the living through madness which Is in the mind, forever present and lurking.
She gives me shelter and food And cares for the ones I love Everything I have is from her So I dump cyanide in her well Rip shingles off her roof Trample her garden Why? Because I can
Dark, my limbs struggle through There is nothing to prove That the emptiness around me Isn't empty Where does it end? Where do I begin?
Terra is an Earthly being, but she is never mean. She loves the Earth, so she is very green When it is time for work, she does not drive a car She gets her shoes and walks, even if it is very far
(poems go here) Hey, I'm sitting here with the block of a writer Smoking my fags down to the filter It looks like it's gonna be another sleepless night Living in the shadows, can't seem to find a light
The scene unfolds with little warning Words would have diminished its significance The moment itself should have lasted forever Its beauty was terrible
We find beauty in things untouched The remaining virginity of nature mesmerizes But in an attempt to grasp it It is tortured by the hands of the ignorant The greedy, the unsatisfied A child-like mind
God saw that it was good, And he rested. A perfect world, But still untested. Free thinkers. Free willers. We ate the fucking apple-- Turned us into killers-- Killers of our God,
A bright star that glitters across the night sky after a long day A rainbow that appears after the rains have cleansed the earth You are there A soft bundle of clouds traveling across the still, blue summer sky
Luna Selene, set like a jewel at the neck of the star-stippled cloak of Nyx.
The ground beneath my already unstable legs is roaring with an ominous vibration. The uneasy earth is foretelling the fall of the sky.
What truly lies in the far depths of space, For I wonder as I gaze at the sky, Life beyond us is what we'll come to face, We perceive what is seen through our own eye;
Tunnel vision here Not much seen From my bit of Earth
me to my mother my mother to hers my sisters, my brothers all in this world the rain in the sky the sea down below the orchids, the cacti the whale, the crow
me to my mother my mother to hers my sisters, my brothers all in this world the rain in the sky the sea down below the orchids, the cacti the whale, the crow
The world seems as if it was baptized into wickedness. Everywhere you go all you see and feel is hatred. Being raised in a family, and an unsafe neighborhood, is scary.
On a beautiful spring day, a child was born. The whole family gathered ‘round at the sight of the baby, so adorn.
All that I reported was a little bit distorted, We had known about the plants and we had seen how they consorted, But unlike many other plans theirs was not aborted,
The World ending in Fire, or perhaps in Ice, Possibly Darkness, Maybe Light. The Fires of Passion. Glaciers of Hatred. The Fear of Darkness. Light of Acceptance.
Forced to think about resources What really matters today Many obstacles man created Life never got in his way.
Concealed and dark is the Magistrate of Heaven As it winds down a relentless shimmering staircase On the Chariot, bound by a mound of Earth Racing toward a sufferer, heads faced toward death.
This world is ours ours to love but yet we have cars that is not love with smog all around and trees burning down yet no ones makes a sound no one even has a frown the world is dying
If the Earth could talk What will it say about us Will the Earth still love us Or will it destroy us Us to as the way we did to the beat of life We damaged it No we stabbed at it
The infinite death. The restless spirits, spirits separated by the sea. The price of the Earth is pride. Find the gift of love, the last one is vanishing. The soul is green. The Earth was once true and sweet.
Life is amazing  So really protect it now  To last for eons 
Plant a plant today It's easy and real simple  And Earth says thank you 
This is Home By R. M. Otto
On the desert sea There's only marble of civilization Beyond the era Earth restarts And life once again flourish Man is back See only a vivid green life And self destruct And forms a new
I hold on to pain From which nothing is gained Remembering times When I was trampled down Down into the ground Beneath the soil where the bugs lay Instead of rot, I sought reality
The swaying of the trees Puts me at ease In the midst of anger The strong wind against my face Brings me to reality Realities of the world
The earth beneath my feet, Is told to take the back seat. For all of those who litter, I cannot be your baby sitter. It does not take sheer brilliance, To show some simple guidance.
Nonchalantly, I watch mother earth’s face erode as her acid tears stream down her face she silently wonders what ever happened to this place this earth we call our home is nothing but waste upon buildings of chrome
Whisper-red clouds in the dusky day A wheel of passion upon the sky Puzzles of earth growing nigh Whipped with wind dancing to the free And children singing in the dusky day
Falling down, the fiery leaves plummet to a cold rigid Earth. How time goes so fast, it soars. A gust of wind brings them home, to become a mountain for kids soon to appear.
The tree's scent was fresh Frogs camouflaged the green grass The river's cold splash Canon's air was dry Solid rock of orange surface Paths of river flow
A trailing tear that climbs to brush the sky- The sunlight dances gold across its face. A galaxy below so full of life.
The sun in the day, the moon at night, a sky littered with stars and clouds they hide behind. The trees, so tall, with leaves on their branches, which change their color and fall as summer passes.
The petals wilt The sky turns gray There is no color The world is monochromatic To survive you must be a darkness fanatic Enormous thorns penetrate poor Mother Earth Humans milked her for all she worth
what are we but specks of dirt with too much lust and savage thirst who reap the land of all that's good till never more is there what stood and who am i but empty face consumed by this empty race
I'm so sorry Mother Earth We all know of the abuse It's clear; we must defuse Your aggressors' massive efforts
Child, so humble, so innocent Sun-kissed by golden streaks of warmth, Ray's gift of beauty to us. Hush, listen, for on summer days Like these, you can hear the wind Whispering secrets, tales of creation.
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