Rise HighSorry if I seem bleak, But I think I must tell you. I think I must speak What I wish were true.Rise High
I wish I slipped off the cliff, And from my eyes to my feet, Felt my hair ripple and lift And for once hear my drum beat, And hear the shock of wind Before I touch the ground For they'd think I had sinned. And when silence found, Wait for His fifty-fifty judgment, His upon His throne, Then leave the white bed unbent With the story that I had flown.
I wish the pointed gun,
Was in my liquid eyes Before it had begun, So I co
SorrowI Lightheaded faces had fallen late last night Over Her moon-smooth lid in a million quick flights. No warm cars, no tired feet, no children in glee; The cold tears fell fast before He could see.Sorrow
When His early eye rose, the land was Sorrow's paper That wrapped 'round drooped trees and sad cars, and was as vapour, A needle when breathed And released a knife sheathed.
Above, He glares on the fire blazed world Between soft feathered wings unfurled. Down the pulsing heat booms Upon a lone young man who below looms.
You, young man who stands on the
Cut Them DownCut down the trees! Cut down the trees! The leaves feed our ears and our eyes. Cut them down! That is our plea.Cut Them Down
Us, children in adult’s disguise, Listen to our vague voices now For we need our supplies.
We, by the roots, furrowed are our brows Hug the trees in affection But this we cannot allow:
“The trees need protection!” We can’t have it, so cut them down And give us our resurrection.
Cut them down, so leaves can turn brown And crunch under our feet And kicked around.
And we
At LastA breeze of unsure child gentle tug of flowing dress slight smile ruffling hairAt Last
Can you see this day? Feel a breeze that cleans the air? Can you see this day? Tall trees swing and sway Between leaves, sun flickers and flares Can you see this day? Feel a breeze that cleans the air?
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