Turn me.
Change me.
I want to be
Different.
Unique.
Exciting.
Just not me.
CHANGE ME
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LAST TREE STANDING
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I face the wind.
Each day I wait.
Time passes.
I wait for the world to change.
People come and go.
I cringe at the sounds of trees falling.
The cries of animals dying.
Monstrous structures replace the rolling hills.
Fewer trees dot the landscape.
Dirty water fills the ocean, rivers, and lakes.
Mankind has marked the world
in irreversible ways.
Stop before it’s too late.
I refuse to be the last tree standing.
TURN ME
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Turn me.
Change me.
I want to be
Different.
Unique.
Exciting.
Just not me.
STAND TALL
In midst of despair and sorrow
Rise buds of hope for the morrow.
Still standing upright and strong
Against all that can go wrong.
These are extreme times of confusion and change,
Media expanding over a broader range.
We are attacked by sounds from each direction,
Leaving no time for thinking and reflection.
These flowers know what’s real,
They go by what they feel.
Away from the hustle and bustle,
They grow wild without any tussle.
A day to clear my cluttered mind is all I need.
To recharge my battery is what I should heed.
I’ll recharge in a quiet place like this.
A zest for life is what I dearly miss.
THE LAST TREE STANDING
I face the wind.
Each day I wait.
Time passes.
I wait for the world to change.
People come and go.
I hear sounds of trees falling
and cries of animals dying.
The rolling hills are replaced by buildings,
monstrous symbols to mankind.
Fewer trees dot the naked landscape.
Dirty water fills the lakes and ocean.
Mankind has changed the world
in irreversible ways.
Stop before it’s too late.
I refuse to be the last tree standing.
TURN ME
Turn me.
Change me.
I want to be
different.
Unique.
Exciting.
Just not me.
FACE THE WIND
I face the wind.
Each day I wait.
For time to pass.
The world to change.
But day by day.
People come and go.
Live their short lives.
Leaving no change at all.
LIVE THE STORY
by Karolina Danek
CONTINUUM
CONTINUUM
Life has no beginning
And no end.
Only a state of flux.
Step onto the ride
And hold on tight.
BUDS OF HOPE
In midst of despair and sorrow
Rise buds of hope for the morrow.
Still standing upright and strong
Against all that can go wrong.
These are extreme times of confusion and change,
Media expanding over a broader range.
We are attacked by sounds from each direction,
Leaving no time for thinking and reflection.
These flowers know what’s real,
They go by what they feel.
Away from the hustle and bustle,
They grow wild without any tussle.
A day to clear my cluttered mind is all I need.
To recharge my battery is what I should heed.
I’ll recharge in a quiet place like this.
A zest for life is what I dearly miss.
SUSANNE LEIST 