Here I sit upon the earth, humble homeland of my birth.
Awed by forces old as time, the fire that warms and gathers friends or when pushed by wind has disastrous ends.
Necessary evils that are instrumental, the basis of all, so elemental.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Here I sit upon the earth, humble homeland of my birth.
Awed by forces old as time, the fire that warms and gathers friends or when pushed by wind has disastrous ends.
Necessary evils that are instrumental, the basis of all, so elemental.