Ride the wind, the cutting wind curses me with indolence, regret towards the close of day clouds swirl, blue celebrates tiny victories
As cynicism drains away thoughts tumble over the cliff face thoughtless man lacks the will to care the whole green earth suffers at his hands we do what we can.
A woman’s care is gracefully sustained her flair to create beauty even in the most barren of lands.
Man’s linear thinking inflicts this bloody calvary upon nature time after time after time knowing the cost of everything the value of nothing,
Man wreaks havoc on nature’s every feature; his rape of mother earth is the most terrible of things all we have is tiny victories.
