Kayla Davies

The plants, the flowers, the trees

They all cry out to me

So dry feel the creeks.

The trash seeping through deep

Water the plants cry

The earth gasp

Such a beautiful thing the earth

The superficial beings we be

The light we can not see

Different from the moles

Digging in there holes

We are just running around

Blind and choose what we want to see

The Plants seep

This superficial fleeting world

Is struggling to be

When the beings we be

are the things that deny the things we see

The Plants, the flowers the trees

They all cry out

Though quiet they may seem

They’ve seen the things we’ve screamed

There voices loud in there quiet breathe

They bark and bark until there final rest

So we need to figure our big mess