EternalHunter
04-06-2005, 03:04 PM
Descend
the mossy branches,
the quietly yawning boughs
into the sparkling emerald of a world
one day to be forgotten by the greed
of those who never knew
it's quiet perfection.
a Tragedy of
modern
times.
Slide
down the
scattered
sunlight
of a bark
river
and plunge into
a lake of
pungent earth, remember
where it came from.
the mossy branches,
the quietly yawning boughs
into the sparkling emerald of a world
one day to be forgotten by the greed
of those who never knew
it's quiet perfection.
a Tragedy of
modern
times.
Slide
down the
scattered
sunlight
of a bark
river
and plunge into
a lake of
pungent earth, remember
where it came from.