by: Thomas Albritton
An offering of poetry that accentuates our bind with nature….
As these worlds collide as they have in time
One once so pure, that her eyes should always shine from the dawn of time
Of jealously and greed a new seed was spawned
Of the likes that still surrounds
This clash of time has no bounds
As this seed was sown throughout all time
As with the setting of the sun and rise of the moon
One would hope that this weed so sown will soon be gone
If the garden so pure and sweet is not pruned of this weed
It will be no garden so pure and sweet.