Every morning in the fair plains,
Before sunrise....
The acacia whistles.
Announcing day break
The Talking trees tell the timeless tales!
When they did not have to think
of the loggers,
Then ages came and went
And we turned our backs to them
There's one particular one
that once gave me a look...
A look that I will never forget!
YOU ARE READING
road to nowhere.... somewhere...
PoezjaIt's an agreed coalition of the willing! Airlines agreeing to feed the "esteemed travellers" with miniature stuff, nations hoarding gas and water to pass a UN resolution at Newyork, Geneva, Nairobi and Vienna. We are all playing "house" .
