Through all of youth I was looking for you without knowing what I was looking for

After an age of leaves and feathers someone dead thought of the mountain as money and cut the trees that were here and the wind and the rain at night. It is hard to say it.

We're losing a species every few seconds. We cannot put them back. If we change our mind and say, 'Oops, we made a mistake' - it's too late. This is the world we live with.

So this is what I am Pondering his eyes that could not Conceive that I was a creature to run from I who have always believed too much in words

We are not born to survive. Only to live.

My words are the garment of what I shall never be Like the tucked sleeve of a one-armed boy.

Your absence has gone through me