Amalie@kua

Fall

You are still, but the bright trees around you shake. 

Colored leaves fall onto your surface.

The wind howls, but you are calm. 

I’m going to love people.
 

God help me. God help me, 

I am going to love people.

.

Sometimes I think I was born into the wrong body.

mountains tower over the valley,

yielding shadows.

heat empties the river, and

everything is dry,

and the wind roars,

I am a child

and yet I am always seething with rage

I am a child

And yet I look at what I'm eating and wonder if I'm slowly poisoning myself

I am a child

The gentle sway of trees in the wind, golden locks of hair blowing in the breeze

Syncing with the cattails in the shallows

This is what peace is.

why?

why are we destroying our one and only planet, our mother earth, our bluish-green marble that has kept us alive for millennia, our one and only home?

why?