Come As Same Poem by August W. Landing

Hear me sing my song to Earth,
And every them I know.
If I merried on my path,
Let your heavens know.

Them I met and called them close,
If I shed them cry,
Let that moment I enclose,
In my moments lie.

Them I hardly found a smile,
when my moments die.
Gather moments of a mile
Foster me fare-bye.

Hear me sing my song to Earth
Green as fresh as new.
It was blissful without us
It was peaceful too

Men and wowen were not gold,
Worthless items picked and sold.
What I vendored for a fold,
Was my only gold.

Much shall regret
And even shame,
But shall be late
To come the same.