Ancient Land
Infused with wisdom Organic and pure The waters run through Sediment and sand The air fills our lungs Where the mountains stand For centuries Broken by clenched fists Caressed by gentle hands Destroyers or defenders Of this ancient land
Infused with wisdom Organic and pure The waters run through Sediment and sand The air fills our lungs Where the mountains stand For centuries Broken by clenched fists Caressed by gentle hands Destroyers or defenders Of this ancient land
The world still spins But what makes her go ‘round In this flurry of chaos With no love to be found On this wild ride Twisting this way and that Our beautiful globe Is starting to fall flat Stamped upon Like a threadbare doormat Humanity wipes their feet And never looks back Still, she… Read More Welcome Mat
Crybabies cry ’til they get their own way Unable to hear The words others say Stomping their feet Fists pounding the table Conversation? No, they’re not able To see any further Than their own nose To reach past their ten Piggy wiggly toes Crybabies cry Until someday they learn Noise is just noise, But… Read More Crybabies
Glass and sand You were, I am; Once the same Now completely different. Through chance and the heat of circumstance; The pieces of you Expanded and grew, Until you found your purpose. Transformed and new With a sparkling surface; I offer my embrace Hoping to hold you in place. A reminder: I am a part… Read More Glass and Sand
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