Earth's Treasures Flight

Money is green before me and my natural resource is tied into the replenishment our age... Oh, I call to you the father son and holy ghost. How and what did we have 200 years ago? I ask my question with respectful future, where did we come from and how do we glide. Forever? Our labor, has been hard but there is a reason we find you young and old. A plant and the soil beneath our cloud, the wild horses powerfully go by, the cotton we wear, the chair that we sit upon, by the sea. I look behind to the sand dunes without the grass of my miles drive from here. The sun shines where once close by, I could see my fruit tree and green grass. In the autumn of past a fall atop of my grass below to wait & work before the seasons white snow. Where I ask did this go. Answer my prayers, oh holy ghosts, for when started I will never totally see from 100 to 200 years. For oil, gold, silver, & tress, so as I look down I see more green grass and a beautiful flower below, with my heritage and all that exists and others that will be watching this beautiful site. 100 years of languages a feather of ink, into a book type for me.