The Sacredness of My Earth

Unto the earth I was born to travel the roads without guidance,
Her bounty providing for all who seek her harvest.
Blue skies smile upon the struggle of my soul.
Rivers cry for the protection of their clarity.
I cry for the aging youth of her amenities.
Together we are responsible for her continuing mercy.
For she is sacred and she is my Earth.

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This is a representation in writing of a child who has struggled to find himself and who continues this same way to struggle today. I am a twenty-seven-year-old product of a small town named Longmont with even smaller-minded perspectives. My personal and academic standards are set against the grains of anti-deluvian thinking. I have emotionally survived two long-term relationships. Now I write to express the feelings of my soul. Though words have their limits, one can always try to describe the indescribable.