The wind blows thru the wood
Rustling the leaves. Echoing the sorrow in my soul. The musical stream reminds me of the laughter there once was. I sit alone among the trees. Questioning the reasons why and how? This world is no longer what it once was, and as the powers of authority sit back and contemplate their next moves and the quickest way to get to the top, the world slips into another dark age. Pollution and violence rule this world. And as we take a hypocritical stance on world peace; and to end prejudice abroad, we merely extend our welcome at home.