The Brown Eyed Dreamer

'Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.' William Wordsworth


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Mother Earth

Mother let our garden grow 

Green and wild and free. 

She said that it was arrogant 

Of man to control trees

For Earth should be respected 

Giving life as it does grow; 

And man should be detested

Leaving death where he goes. 

Our journey is a violent pilgrimage, 

A path leading to our own demise

And when we’re gone, the trees 

Will lay our graves and once more rise.