March 19, 2006


I hear voices
They speak to me daily
When awake &
When cuddled in the sandman's arms
They whisper with the morning breeze
Mumble in the afternoon heat

They speak from within the trees
The grass and the leaves

They tell me of a world that once was
Before we came and wiped nature unclean
They say that their time has come
To reclaim what is theirs
When we shall no longer be
And the world becomes what it once was

I'm scared
Will we be here tomorrow
The flowers and the rocks and the trees and the wind and the earth seem so convinced
That we shall disappear like the dinosaurs
And if we refuse to go willingly
They shall take the necessary steps
To help us on our way to extinction

I hear voices

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