There is a fold in my heart
An uneven crease
Like my heart
Might be missing a piece

Strip you of your resources,
Growing exponentially with time,
Only to be left as our scars to nature
Mother Tree why do we treat you so Poorly.

Is Humanity here to show the end
To the objects that give us life.
From Oxygen producing plants
To the water that sustains our life

Is it our job to destroy the Mother
Who has nurtured us since we suckled
As a virus on this beautiful planet
Depriving Gaea of her own necessities

No Human wisdom can lead my answer
So tell me please.
An answer to one true question worth asking..
"Are we only existing to destroy you,
Or shall we live WITH Earth rather than ON?"

If these words be thy home
salvation for my soul to dwell in
let them be of love
no beginning
no end

Your eyes of clear water oceans, endless as stars
and seas I've crossed - a perfect tide gathered me whole
healing waters washed our days, birds of fluted music played

Breathing in
the rhythm of wind
we float, suspended as the stars
surrendering to the hypnotic glow of moon

We who lay
our troubled hours
soft on maiden ferns
never a lesson, but
for love's sake
shall we ever need
to learn

Dear reader,
I am not informed of who you are, but I am writing you this with words from my heart.
   I once was alone and I had no one on my side; I had no one to turn to. So I turned on myself. Moon after sun, sun after moon, I wept near my window sill, unaware of the warmth beneath my sheet. Just as flowers blossom during the spring, my soul wilted through all. I had imprisoned my own self within my pain and words of neglect.
   However, just as I am writing this letter to you, someone sent me one too. And they made me realize that the sun, the moon and the flowers, they all had such beauty yet because I was closed in with sorrow, I never realized them. I didn't open my eyes to beauty provided regardless.
   Now, I tell you stranger; don't close your eyes to beauty that colours your soul. Let your mouth take in the air, let it burn your lungs. Feel your cheeks warm to the sun, and your feet glowing from the moon.
   For you are a work of beauty


          - Anonymous

I've been walking for days, it feels like I
need to, I can't stop, craving the top he sees,
he cannot reach it yet. Passed by
some music, turning wheels even ladies

in high heels go faster. I take my time,
enjoy the journey, the end of the tour
I wish to reach is a blessing I so kind-
ly deserve. Still I keep my pace down,

steadily enjoying every single step I take.
This endless, infinite state of walking
is my way of living. I cannot love without
the wait, I cannot belong without a map

and a fixed route. I need these hopeless
days to survive my own **** mind.