Pining in the pinesAs the smokeFills my lungsLack of airMakes me wistfulFor another timePining for yesterdayWhen you were […]
trees
The harvesting machine lay rusted and broken upon the graveyard of trees. Ghosts whispered of the great forest […]
There is a small bead of hope, of doubt that slumbers within all of us,a ghost sang to […]
Trees disappear everyday to make room for ”progress”.
This is a photo that I took at the Great Smoky Mountains…awesome place, you should go sometime! 🙂 […]
