• She lay in the sand
    Holding a lonely look,
    Face pointed upward toward the heavens
    A sigh, a desperate, heartbreaking sigh that
    Shattering even the strongest and bravest of hearts
    Crisp auburn hair that gleamed beautifully against the soft golden sand
    Palpable fingers stretched and the white palm faced down toward the earth
    Like a sacred ritual that must be kept a secret
    Unknown to world, a cocoon transforming to a sonorous butterfly

    Silver eyes
    Silver eyes that hold the answer to a million questions
    Silver eyes that know the birth of the world

    Ignorance, incompetence, imperfect
    Such are the characteristics of men;
    They are self-loathing creatures,
    Greed consume them
    They are the immortal slaves to their sickly pride
    A hole never quenched
    Their hearts as dry and remote as the Sahara Desert,
    This enormous land of waste
    Unfeeling like the sun hovering over the weak
    Waiting for them to collapse with exhaustion
    And defeat for the sake of their satisfaction