blow to the brains

[jamiemo]

by (me)

They are slowly making their way to the mountain tops
where do i stand? this town, and all the green grass, the rain drops,
the fog stretched out in misty patterns,
the souls of the mountains are being shattered,
as the fall of the snow gathers in lesser amounts every year.
Our weather is changing, as everything else is that is so dear.
And to think of what we used to walk upon,
before the roads were set before our feet
before cars inhabited everywhere
that two street signs meet.
The hills are burried
beneath chalk drawn on sidewalks,
can we dig them out?
At Vista Point, no one can hear you
for miles if you shout.
But what if that changes like everything else?
For someone to cut down those trees,
how could they live with themself?
Soon everything may be industrialized,
and people will never see a tree
their whole lives.
People, can not you take a look at the flowers?
We as people, with all the colors, the faces,
we are just as diverse as those that grow in the dirt.
Who created this land for us to change this way?
I wait for a revolution everyday.
Lets break free of the waste,
the unnatural evolution of the machines,
these people do not even care
to keep the rivers clean.
Lets keep the grass green,
keep this field of dreams,
Keep mother earth healthy and prosperous,
take a minute adn think about all she does for us.
How much can she take before she renews herself to bare again?
To destroy us, like we destroy her,
is only a matter of When.