By: Amy Robertson- Venn a forest of death which is all that remains this earth where we live was once lush and green so I sit here and wonder of what I've never seen bright splashes of colour from creatures exotic so unlike my dry landscape which is hostile, robotic i dream about sounds that I've never heard |
the buzzing of bee's the call of a bird so I sit here not focused my emotion aghast so I sit and dream of fifty years past |
