Were All Guilty Of Something

There once was a time when the word extinct was not a word and we
Had all the animals still now those animals are fighting to not all get the tittle
''Extinct'' what are we doing? nothing in a few generations the
Past will be ''all of the those people cut down the trees and killed all the
Animals so that why we don't have any animals because we didn't
Stop to think what the consiquenses would be for are actions would be
To stop the past from giving us the tittle ''horrible'' we must act.

everything

I have everything I have
the sound of my family laughing,
I have food, and water
and for only that I am happy
though I have everything I could want and more

Top

winding up to the very top of the
old tree reaching farther then any eyes
reach just climbing with the never stopping
kicking and jumping squirrels.

sound

Sound sound is my life literly the birds wake come morning
and the people around me comfort me with there kind words
sounds rule the world as we know it
sounds are bad and good bad if
the person how is taking to you says some thing mean
and good if they some thing nice
sounds
sounds
sounds
the many
many sounds

Knight

As their sword as there arm
their shield as there heart
their helment as there head
and there armor as there skin
they fight they fight for their pride
they fight for their land
and most of all they fight for thir freedom

Listen

Listen gears turning in your head, telling you to listen listen to the dim chatter of the towns resraunat lisen to the flickerng of flames in the coal black fire place, listen to the story teller saying "the story always begins " listen to his sister drumig to her heart, listen to the an arplane touching down listen, listen

In 10 minutes

On a farm, dim lanterns glow, a plain brick building so big and sad the town's restaurant suddenly a flicker of red, flames licking the rafters climing ever higher scalding the way over the roof the color of stadic electricity. 10 minutes the fall a new wastland.The odor of burning pine bark and skinny ceders sweet-sharp color blossoming again. The story always begins then ends.