Creeping through the forests,
making not a sound...

Spare me your tears,
for no forgiveness I shall shed...

The rolling hills of America,
are being replaced by concrete...

A rainbow is so beautiful,
with its colors so bright...

Heat comes off his back
Sweat pours down his sorry face...

My rusted emotions are straining in whispers.
The helpless desire left confusion in my eyes...

She can not be rescued,
she has fallen to the crowd...

She awakes from her bed.
Slowly opening her eyes...

"What is wrong my young child?" asked...
"I need some help please" replied the...

The black pencil leaves a memory,
On paper of pure white...

The Native American uses Gods’ gifts,
He is grateful and never greedy...

I wake up at five-thirty,
My legs aren't very sturdy...