Take A Walk Through The Woods

Steady...

The paved certainty came to an abrupt halt with not one absolute promise offered.

Trusting the unknown can only seem an omen in the established existence.

Continue...

Foot prints are laid as one meanders the unobserved.

What could come out of such simplicity?

What will remain?

The answer is obvious, visible in the present moment.

Trample...

The deceased beauties bend and crackle as one invades.

Resiliency grows deep in their roots.

Could they ever forgive us?

Could we cohesively live in peace?

For they did nothing to bring about their certain future.

We killed because they couldn’t.

We dominate when we feel underrated.

We take when one has taken from us, in which they have taken mans most prized possession — Our place on this Earth.

A fight never to find its end.

If we, the minority, one day find the ability to live equally, all habitants will reign.