If I may

O earth, in witness thy beauty from the star in the cosmos reflecting through thy surface to the things unbelievable. The flowers, the deep blue sea the mountains the valley, what a wonder. O' all histories 'tis said about thee; from the dinosaurs to the ape revolution to the belief of thy creation and that of the universe from divers’ deities, to the mythical creature once wondered on this planet, all are in the beauty of mine imagination. From the mysteries unknown, concealed, and discovered like they were all set for a particular point in time, it all seems perfect yet I bid, why is thy beauty as dangerous? why hast thou become thy abyss, why wouldst thou turn thou against thyself breading greed, envy, despair, deceit, betrayal and so much darkness into thy prodigies. Those whom claim to be “called” mislead, those who are not, guides according to thy cruelty. Why hast thou become a terror, why doth drops of sorrow fall as much as the rain? those thou choose to liberate are the wealthy the base amongst would to die. Why hast thou made life a living dead, don’t thou feel the agony and melancholy? thou let the naughty hie Scott free and avouch the good die terribly and young, yet thou stand by the naughty bidding their dirty deeds and arrogance “ignorance”, how much destruction can the childlike withstand? hoping and believing in what may one day become