Amalie@kua

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?

Monday 

Rejection 

Run late 

Elections 

It’s a Friday 

Let's lie down 

We’ll figure