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Why must I lose everything I own?
Why must I lose everything I own?
I came into existence, naked yet clothedwith innocence and unaware,bathed with my mother’s blood,old folks heard me cry and were so glad.I came not into this unknown sphere by my own will
Slowly and slowly fly the mighty feathers: the uncanny wrath bearer, The poacher's prey, the bald bizzare stigmatic cryptic creature, The ecosystem's majestic role player!
Majestic grouper's boulder headrests on the green soft oceans edgelooking up to the sky as time tic-tocksnatures sculpture, chiseled rockeons have passed to mold its' bust
Where is the magic?We all start out knowing magic.We are born with hurricanesand whirlwinds, oceansand galaxies inside us.We are able to sing to birdsand read the cloudsand see the destiny
  Destroying a Rainforest for Economic Gain   Destroying a rainforest for economic gain And torching a Picasso to heat food are the same
Destroying a rainforest for economic gain And torching a Picasso to heat food are the same Make no mistake if you don’t heed what I say
In my dreams, I often visit Eden, wild, pristine unspoiled by man. Nature's palette blankets the earth and God's creatures roam free on the land. Of course, it's only a daydream. Man's greed is a cancer yet.
All the world is my stage, but I am not acting. Standing up for what's right and just.  Sharing my passions and knowledge, about so many things... astronomy, history, ecology, the world in which we live.
While growing up, it was always difficult for me to watch or hear about people killing snakes simply out of fear. I remember my neighbor’s father killing a snake with a shovel right in front of me and my friends, and it broke my heart.
Cycle! Recycle, man! Do not throw away stuff. Used items can become new ones. Cycle!
Reduce! Reduce garbage. Less waste is lucrative. It lowers disposal spending. Reduce!
It brings us all together Under a sun we all share Housing us forever Under its loving care With sand on our toes  And snow on our nose
There was once as professor named Schwilk Whose class I truly feel did bilk For I thought ecology would illuminate biological path But for frustration it seems to be nothing but math
A box lies here six sides folded inward weak blankets of dead trees line my insides to be used and discarded, built for the the comforts of a sniveling little child who played in the rain.
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