I watch as she spins around,
her skirt touching the ground,
her eyes happy and round,
her hair flowing and down.

-Carefree she

I lay upon the hill as dawn approached,
The grass sway gently rustling back and forth.
My fingers by my side dug deep in dirt,
The

Tree Upon the Hill

Oh, lonely tree upon the hill
What deeds must thou have done
To reap such lonely outpost?

Bad karma or good,
Stalwart

There are many dying sounds,
still heard today,
and what those screams are,
the world in dismay.

Scientist grow more knowledge,
leaders