the world before me
is torn and tattered
as trees are cut
gasoline burned
life extinguished
cold gray eyes
they peer from the skies
to see what we've created
for with lack of a better word
our world as of now
is crippled
Just a little poem that I typed up.. kinda true, I guess, with most (some of us are doing fine) humans devouring Earth alive. I digress. I might soon be sticking up a story about my new deer, Maggie (her bio is in my siggy) before TEF. I'm so excited to finally play!
I'd really appreciate any comments!
