In our quest for comfort, we destroy and score.
We build with greed, yet break with our hands,
Killing the beauty of these sacred lands.
But heed this warning, don’t wait for the fate,
Act now, for tomorrow may just be too late.
By Willow Marks
In our quest for comfort, we destroy and score.
We build with greed, yet break with our hands,
Killing the beauty of these sacred lands.
But heed this warning, don’t wait for the fate,
Act now, for tomorrow may just be too late.
By Willow Marks
Thank you for watching over me still, Guiding my path with a father's will. Though you're gone, your care remains near, In every thought, I know you're here.
Thank you for watching over me still, Guiding my path with a father's will. Though you're gone, your care remains near, In every thought, I know you're here.
Across the page, pure white and bright.
Thoughts race like rivers, swift and free,
As joy ignites a spark in me.
So let the ink flow, wild and bold,
With every stroke, a tale unfolds.
In this dance of words, I find my voice.
Across the page, pure white and bright.
Thoughts race like rivers, swift and free,
As joy ignites a spark in me.
So let the ink flow, wild and bold,
With every stroke, a tale unfolds.
In this dance of words, I find my voice.