Bare Bones And Priceless Treasure
Where Ignorance Is Blind
all of nature calls out
the birds sing like they know my tale
the earth cries leaving no doubt
nature is speaking in braille
textures and touches tell a story
appearance and quality will weave
the power floods into the glory
making the doubters all believe
a raging fire in the making
a hidden face behind a mask
it gives freely what we are taking
when all we had to do was ask
destroying beauty without effort
blending the colors as they bleed
drowning in miles and miles of desert
completely consumed by our greed
begging for more while life is fading
blinded to what we have become
we are the monsters in the making
trading our souls for kingdom come
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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