SILENCE BEFORE THE STORM

My eyes are tired. Tired of watching, looking at the world. Looking down, at the self-destruction, of humankind. Where has the real man gone? Where is everyone? The planet is giving up. Giving up because no one is listening. Listening to what’s real. “But why should we?” They say, “Listen to a child? One who still, has so much to learn?” But I know, that a child, with his pure eyes, is God, God of the right words. The planet is giving up. Giving up, because no one is listening. Listening to what’s real. But I know, what the real value is. To be one, one with Nature. And I’m holding you, child, I’m holding you!