Please, oh please,
We're honest beings,
We mean no harm,
We are not armed,
The world is cruel,
Full of fuel,
We cough and we die,
We say goodbye,
We want to live,
But that is not likely,
I walk down the streets,
Of a kingdom
that used to be
All all I see,
Is chopped down trees.
Please oh please,
Help me.
Posted in response to the challenge My Plea.
I love the earth,
The trees,
The plants,
The life.
I love the earth,
The way the bugs buzz
The way the birds chirp,
The way the frogs croak.
I love the earth,
Willow's Well is a well that is said to grant wishes-at least, that's what the locals say. You can only make one wish though, and it's likely it'll never come true, for the Well is said to only ever grant a worthy wish.
Words drift by me, leading up to the great night sky. I watch them, all spiraling from an open book. The book has a sort of magic coming from it, an essence. I walk toward the book and hold out my hand above it. In my palm appears a word.
Comments
This is so good, Abigail!
Thanks!
Your welcome! Your's has a good chance of winning!
:D
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