Entreat

Please don’t break the world…it’s the only one we’ve got.
Only ended for man…Earth spins; us here or not.

Settling, building, mining…they think they got Her beat.
Cut Her crust to the quick & paint Her Earth concrete.

All they took to build an ethereal safe sense.
All of it goes back to her, when we’re all past tense.

Man takes & takes & takes…rare he thinks to enrich.
Wonders how he lost control of his Worldly Bitch.

Bleak’s the forecast for those who aren’t interferers.
Sad that man is willful blind to fault & mirrors.

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lbstowe

I see the world through a Painter’s eyes and process it with a Poet's Heart....it's quite a harsh place for the soul. It scratches and wears your true self down, at times, but the Beauty is Addictive. I feel for everyone I encounter. Everyone I encounter is a teacher if I'll let them be. I Empathize with everyone I talk to & I Think about Everything-LEVi

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