The Whiskey Taster’s Flavor Guide

Earth through a lens


A desert of pain , thirst and decay , 
death emotion , trees naked , fallen to their knees , uprooted from the earth,  their barren   arteries , no water to quench , no breeze.
A haze on the horizon , an oasis in a dream , an illusion of salvation is all that is seen 



River’s lost in plastic, a child sits upon a bank of consumerism , a stick to shift the waste , and sister brother mother try to mend their broken concrete space ...



Our seas as vast as they are , roar with unease , to the pace of a storm that began with a breeze , shifting gently and melodically amongst the palm trees ....



Our Island , Our home , your home , our home , no longer seen , 
only our families, drowned in the tsunami seas , caught amongst the fallen, a child of hope of love , clings to a tree , the only one for miles that you and I can see ..



The reality dawned and rose like the sun , through the lens of a testimony , a need to protect her medicines from the fires that burn at her heart , the trees the forests the wonderland of nature that man has torn apart ...
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