Years of wandering aimlessly,
Or purposely through the moss
Through the trees.
Years of history
Slowly dying
Slowly dying because of us.
Because of us.
Because of you.
Because of me.
Because of them.
Birds used to reign the skies;
Now, these metallic vultures reign the airs.
Orang-Outans used to roam freely amongst the trees,
Manatees among the seas.
No more excuses
Or ignorance:
We need to act.
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Metamorphosis
PoetryA collection of my own poetry. Hope you enjoy! By having Metamorphosis as my title, I don't want to sound like a snooty snob who only uses fancy words: because it isn't who I am. The title felt like the appropriate name as, if you read my bio, I've...
