Each of us are on a journey,
None of us know, to where we are bound,
We are, for now, the caretakers of planet,
Earth, which is round, with a gravity,
That keeps our feet on the ground,
There are many cities, villages, and towns,
Where there are still many places, at certain,
Moments, you will not hear a sound,
Everyone knows they are just a visitor,
No one will forever stay around,
A perfect environment, oxygen, water, food,
All of our needs, wood to build homes, cook with,
From a variety of trees, why are so many, wanting,
To kill each other, while destroying this planet,
Because of Greed.
The Original: Tom Maxwell © 9/21/22 AD
8: 50 am
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