Ruby red cherries
Hanging from emerald trees...
Nature has that imagery of beauty and poise
But no one knew it had destruction...
I lurk through the jungle, hunter for most cash to...
I kill without regret, for I know it has to be...
I press my nose to a
window sill, kissing nature...
Mist spits its’ curse, tar-black thick
over the soot covered-shoots...
With oaken roots, an English rose did grow
from natures womb a noble tree was born...
April showers us
With rays of sunshine and warmth...
I slip into your inky blackness
You steal away my despair...
The carnage opened up its flooded gate;
a bloodbath runs from taps and overflows...
Above the wind I heard your voice
And touched your greying face...
A winter breeze blows,
Chilling the air around me...
Within shadows, darkness falls from the moon
star glow flames the magical sky above...