Month: February 2017



This land is old and worn

smoothed by innumerable years

Mountains that once reached for the heavens

Are now brought down to earth.


A shroud of live covers the low hills

Blanketing the earth in soft green

Rivers broad and deep

Many paths explored, now set.


Settling down to sleep,

How long will the peace last?



This land is young and so are we

Jagged mountains reaching for the moon

Rushing rivers cutting new paths

Carrying away soft stone.


Constantly shifting earth

A state of constant flux

The sun rises on a new world each day

Still experiencing growing pains.


This land was made for giants.

Will we expand to fit the space?