The Whiskey Taster’s Flavor Guide

Lament of the Earth

The clouds will always roll in.

They'll build up, expand, keep coming

Until the day turns to a solid gray.

Storms are good only if they give back,

And when the rains come,

And they only drain the life on this earth, something is dreadfully wrong.

So goes the nutrients, minerals, vitamins and energy-

All washed out.

So goes the cycle-

The circle of living in our dying environments;

So goes the growth-

For the awaited drink of life has been poisoned.

The poison comes from the wicked hands of ignorance, of contempt.

The struggle for life is continuous,

Attacks are everyday in some places.

This is our only home, but

Why do we care so less,

And know so little?

And while storms ravage down here,

And storms rage in the clouds,

Somewhere way above,

There's a great big blue sky

Fighting on the other side.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2026

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