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Poesia

A collection of poems written in my journal, and selected to be put here. The musings of a farmer and his life.

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by frog_rainfall

by frog_rainfall

7/26/20

There are burning balls of gas above us

Shining with light formed thousands of years ago

We see mountains every day

That were formed millions of years ago by the shifting of tectonic plates

We can dig our feet into sand and soil that started forming on this earth millions of years ago

There are trees alive today

Hundreds of feet tall

Rising high into the sky

And we have the audacity to think that that man-made things mean everything

Something that in a few years time will never be able to be seen again

We create artificial lives in hope to find meaning

While destroying all the beautiful life that our Earth provides for us

We remove ourselves farther from nature

Destroying it in our path

And have the audacity to call it progress

How did we get here?

To a world where money is more important then life

It is disgusting what we have done

And it needs to change now

Before it's too late