Tell me a story
About the way we were. When we we'd bruise and heal When playing in dirt was no big deal. Tell me a story Of the before times. When lightning didn't last all night And fires -- were still a rare sight. Tell me a story Of the vanity of humans. The quest to go to the moon So absurd we were, so out of tune. Tell me a story About the world that was lost. To some I'd happily say 'so long!' Some was meant to parish all along. Tell me a story Of how it could have been. If we had chosen courage over fear Had we not turn an eye, year after year. Tell me a story About the way we were. So I don't forget The good and the ugly, The changed and the stale The union and the hatred The community and the one The nature, and the human nature The love, and the love lost. The animals, the rainbows, the rain The forest, the birds, the pain The plastic, the earthquake, the flood The shedding of mother earth's blood. Tell me a story About mother earth And I'll sit quiet and listen And patiently hope for her rebirth. ***
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AuthorIn April 2020, while experiencing her first ever global pandemic, Tamar Pelzig pledged to write something every day, even if it's only a word, so she welcomed to the world a daily blog to keep her creative writing wheels rolling. Categories
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