The Root

Son of beast,
or man’s best friend?
If I leave you to be judge,
will the story ever end?
Dear Adam,
savor an apple.
These woods are all too clear.
Dripping stone raindrops,
hearken winter’s slumbering ear.
Spring upon human’s feats,
until the grass greets a deer.
Man grips rotten nature,
thinks it has no chance.
Grizzly chuckles at this sight,
says, “well, that’s no romance.”

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From AM to PM

It’s the price that you see,

You cannot get it out of me.

From the factionless freedoms,

Who are they to think I’m numb.

It’s everyday how we say,

I’m gonna do it my way.

Your undecided little choice,

Prosperity provides a voice.

It’s ok,

I’ll admit,

I can admire your wit.