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"Reflections"



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You make your bed you sleep in it...

Above you, security to shield you

From the evils of the outside world.

When you lay your body down

And close your eyes so tight;

Do you really feel secure?



One tree is cut and banished

From all of Nature's lusture and glory.

With one tree, you start a foundation,

A start to a new beginning.

A start to building that new security,

A start to that roof over your head.

Solid and steady, she stands

Over you as you slumber.



For one man's security, another must die.

A bird without a nest;

Life without shade...

Where does it all go?

When you build your house of security,

And lay your head to rest,

To escape,

From the place we call "Mother Earth",

The place we call our own,

Do you ever look out the windows

Of the souls?

Where are all the trees?

Where are all the bees?

Why doers not one bird chirp?

Or fly?



II


When you look outside

Do you see that security?

Or do you see nothing

But Death?



Are we the killers or the victims?

Do we hide from the outside

Of our souls?

Secure our foundations

And roofs?

Or are we killing

And stampeding

All that gives us reason to smile?

A reason to breathe?



Do we build these walls

And foundations

Only to escape ourselves?

Or escape reality

In all her bliss and glory?



In the end only one thing remains...

We fear what we see

When we look inside ourselves

And see nothing but emptiness

Only blackness and Death

Befalling before our eyes

No heroes on horses

No men in capes

To save us now.



III


When we destroy Nature

Are we not being self-destructive?



We are all our own Robin Hoods

Yet, when we steal

From where we live

We lose reason to exist.



And when we cease to exist

As a race,

As Humans,

Mother Nature will cry

And once again we flourish

With no one to stop Her

And Her wonderous powers.



IV


Sleep good my friend

Under your secure roof,

Wonder not why

When you look out your window

Blue skies are black

And not a voice to be heard;

Not a song to be sung;

And Death and despair

Are your only atmosphere.



Worry not...

Just go back to your slumbering ignorance

With no one to blame but yourself,

When your nightmares appear

And become your reality.



We are our enviornment!

Written By MichiGirl

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