I'm not sure what I wrote...
Posted on: March 9, 2008, at 11:02:51pm

The endless spring,
War of trees.
A total, cloudy eclipse.
An ocean chimes the bells of uncertainty.

With swords of rocks,
The unprepared road of desolate solitutde
Springs out of the grassland.
Torn from the scenery by desolate solitude.

Blades of grass cut and slice,
Out of hatred for the trees.
Their tall, brown trunks marred by the years
Of prejudice and rejection.

And their backs whipped with the scourge
Made from rocks and white clouds.
The acorn drops to the ground,
Planted and condemned to servitude.

No way out,
The ocean waves roll over spring,
And wash away the road.