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Last night I dreamt Last night I dreamt Of mountain trees that ail The needle rusted red For beetle bark has ate For global warming so Causing the trees to dry Rising in altitude though There’s little room beyond So pine beetles devour Create their home in trees While slicing lives for hour Thus only stumps appear Foreshadow mountain after years All trees are gone and hill side bare |
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LIFE IS GOOD
LIFE IS GOOD…

Life is good and God is life
Start where you are; live your life
Give birth to yourself; don’t wait for a mid-wife
I know that everybody dies; we know that not everybody lives
Can’t be done thinking thanks; still holding to the green leaves
I haven’t made it yet; still have hopes to make it in future
Nobody knows tomorrow; the things to happen, we only hope to picture
What they take for granted today seemed impossible yesterday, to structure
I want to be used for a greater purpose; far way bigger than myself
Life is good; I want it to be better for I, Me and Myself.

I wrote a letter to time, asking him for more time
The things I hope to accomplish in future is enormous; I need more than time
Checks and balances; everything being equal, my life is balanced
Heard equality is unattainable; many still feed on diets that are not balanced
Could it be that life is not fair to some people? Is it then dark?
So far there is life, there is hope;