Amalie@kua

There is a world,

it’s time to remember it.

We aren’t the only ones 

inhabiting this planet. 

As we frack

the world cracks,

mother nature she is called – mother earth

yet what kind of mother is she?

letting her children hurt themselves and their brothers

letting them kill each other for entertainment, for "food"

I remember you, now

Though I don’t see you anymore.

Memory is the only choice.

The time on Easter when you ate one of the eggs us children ran searching to find

It's a thin, fragile book

you would keep in a desk

the cover is elegant

and the pages, a mess

In black and red ink

it's amazing

how things that once were nothings

can shine so brilliantly in the sky

to be admired simply for existing

it must be lonely up there

to attract such attention

yet remain unnoticed