Humans
Creating dirt, and stains on this polished earth
Why must you break it?
Why must you dirty it?
It was perfect, until you came along
We shall never invite you to play with our toys ever again.
We, the forces of Nature.
Air
Water
Fire
Animals
Winds
Night
Light
We shan't let you come and play again.
YOU ARE READING
Spiritual Poems
PoetryTHE PICTURE FOR THIS MAKES NO SENSE I KNOW I JUST CHOSE SOMETHING IGNORE THE PICTURE
