To The Core

May 7, 2013
A meadow sprinkled with Tulips
A horizon sweet and sun-kissed
that beauty, natural and pristine
a bustling brook
a strong tree that cant be shook
that our world, green and growing
bow stop and look as disaster strikes
as the beauty fades away
people tipping the scale, making the rhythm sway
crashing down around us
the foundation no longer secure
simply crashing to the floor
burning us all to the core

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