The ability of Earth to sustain life is being abused by the greed of man. Her abilities to heal Herself are limited in the wave of technology designed to squeeze the life from her.
The red road we travel is simple The path is narrow and primative Traversing this Her earthly temple Now is the time to get proactive
Take only what you and yours will need Thank the spirits for all that you use On this road you must share to succeed And Earth’s resources do not abuse
Go back to living in harmony Return to Mother Earth’s sacred lands Become a part of her symphony Band together for Mother’s Last Stand
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Reviewed by Jenn Pointer (Reader)
Reviewed on June 29, 2007
Very ominous, Steve. This one really stays with the reader.
Perhaps "..Quiet Storm" will help rekindle old flames buried and long forgotten or express the love so deeply locked inside of your soul longing to be released.
Regardless of where you may be found in love this beautiful masterpiece can be
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