The hungry Soil longs to embrace infant seed in her protective arms.
Shields him from the harsh winds of time so that he can grow up and have a family of his own
Nurtures him tenderly in her womb
And what do we do??
We snatch her grown up kids
Rob her of her kin
Leave her barren
To turn into a wrinkled and cracked slab
Forgetting we are sabotaging the balance of life eventually…
Copyright © 2017 stoneronarollercoaster – All rights reserved