Poetry & Art in Celebration of all things Green

From whence I came: A small seed, A little grain, It starts my life, struggle. It stars my fie, my pain. Ashes gone, lifetimes gained Life starts in soil, in rain. Love unconditional, despite what remains. Warmth, Water, whats this little tree need? Why bother? Lumber, like sheep, are sent to the slaughter. Just take … Continue reading Poetry & Art in Celebration of all things Green

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