I try to breath
I'm suffocating...
Ode to the Pine Tree
Proud of the earth...
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...
leaves saunter the air
the wind shakes hands with Autumn...
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...