jerushakeziah
Apr 141 min read
Need Eden
W aking up to the sound of a diesel saw revving In all its glory Dogs barking in fear The smell of saw dust A heavy thud Is it a blessing Or a curse To live near trees and people A paradise lost Oh how the mighty have fallen the pinnacle of creation We've turned it upside down We reek of an illicit power Trees on the ground Steel in the sky Smoke in the air Where have all the birds gone?
