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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required There are secrets to be uncovered in the rain forest Something mushrooming from a medicine tree. What goes on in the woods, and Jungles? - While we hustle -- bustle. Pacing the pavement like ants... Never to become one with mighty trees. The buzz saw and blades - Working to create another beautiful mall. I am stifled,can't breathe. These earthly home wreckers are earth disturbers: My environment is clinging, on holding on for dear life. Rats share space with me. Viruses fill the air on subways. Yet right here on this small planet; I once could tap tonic from trees. But now earth is choking, she’s crying "I cannot breathe". So, many secrets to be uncovered in the rain forest Something mushrooming from a medicine tree; Could cure us, yet I am forbidden to reveal. I am afraid, I may never get to feel the cleansing of a forest breeze. I chant ... to feel that which has left my womb and disappeared; May summon the spirit of unknown secrets to come Enter my energy field. Take me to the place where I may see streams of pure water; Hear the callings of ancient voices... and play in red clay... Molding clay pots, and weaving fabrics on my loom. There are secrets that could mend us. With knowledge of leaves, roots– Red dirt, and water. We can know of all things that lie in the thick. Steaming lakes- instead of cesspools, we’d have tonic water, and mushroom juice- We never had a chance on these cemented grounds. Pacing back n forth like ants; Killing habitats, and creating havoc. Can you plant a small tree in Manhattan, for me? For her, for them. They put us here, and now they leave. Wealthy folks, head for the hills and mountains, bathe in natural fountains. Now it’s them that are draped in gold and Amber- Put a damper on our habitat. Plundered all the earth. Replaced grass with turf. While my bare-feet know not the grass, nor soil. Stench and debris arise from pavements in boiling heat. Blocking the charge, that would release this negative energy from my feet.
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