posted on May, 13 2013 @ 12:02 PM
Greens and browns and earth tones. Dreams of girls in summer dresses. My mind wanders to running water, lakes, streams. The vast country I haven’t
seen enough of knocks on my door.
“Come find green valleys and tall pines, come swim in me and breathe me in. Come climb me and fall in love with me again.”
I’ve got an Oedipus complex with Mother Nature. She calls to me in my sleep. Her fingers caress my face with a warm Eastern wind. Her laughter is
wind blowing through trees.
She pours out her soul to me from brewing thunderheads. I love her passionately, like creepers in a patchwork lattice. Her smile warming me as I rise
to greet her. I am her, she will always be me.
Still I ravage her with mechanic precision. I vomit black oil onto her shores crudely. I cough up dirty air into her lungs. An infection with a
penchant for destructive behavior. I rape her forests and gag her water ways. Black tar covers her beautiful greens and browns and earth tones.
Her anger is apparent. She releases her temper from mountain tops. Her hate burns red and scorches pathetic attempts at creation. She twirls her
fingers and turns us upside down. She screams at upwards of one hundred miles per hour. She cracks the sky in vain, her electricity is her pain.
We deserve her at her worst because we never appreciate her at her best.
Thanks for reading!
edit on 13-5-2013 by denybedoomed because: Post not thread, silly goose
edit on 13-5-2013 by denybedoomed