Theme: Nature

Our Planet

As I walk a path yet
uncleansed by adolescence,
I breathe in moist air.

Flowing into my lungs,
planting seeds of growth,
stopping the erosion
of the present.

Mind clear, reaching down,
I touch the soil
to align myself with
mother earth.

24-Apr-2005

More By  :  James Ray Scott

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