Tuesday, 30 October 2012


im floating here a silent bubble
small an clear queit an suttle
a single bubble on its own
in the wilderness all alone
my shiny surface comes to rest
on miles of green an golden cress
an mountains made of wool an yarn
an lakes with waters clear an calm
a shiny bubble who understands
the beautys of these promise lands
but take for granted as we do
these beautys that are given you
that god creates and gave us free
yet we destroy them easily
and all ignore the pain we cause
to mother natures trees and floors
and yet we sit and smile all day
while gods creations fade away

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