Thread: city and forests alike.

My legs ach for the rush of running among the giants
My feet hurt for the feel of the close leafy feel of the forest below
My heart pains me to think of the open moor and the sloping hills
The rivers, the streams, the ponds
thinking of the beloved Earth before we were here
How we soiled her so...

My head hurts from the exaust fumes, the smell of the city
will we ever stop the pain we are doing to our selves and our mother
Mother Earth's children Cry out when the trees are comming down
when the oil drills ruthlesly bore into the earth, steeling mother Earth's
BLOOD.

My heart hurts for her
My heart hurts for the forest
my heart hurts for the animals

But most of all my Heart Burns with the pain of thinking of what we passed up and are doing to our selves