Corporate Rolling Full steam ahead, man the throttle… Up ahead we go, and up ahead we ow… We surge ahead with the wind and t… We stop when the oceans dry up

Mother Nature, beautiful child, E… of humanity sketched out on the dr… embodiment of innocence and purity… with verdants stretching out into… reaching out into the Holy Garden…

Yesterday the world was all mine. I wrapped my fingers around the ea… I brushed it against my cheek. I felt its soft deserts and craggy… I sensed its fragility and weakene…

Hands so soft and woven into silk with sweet succulence and mother’s… and quiet rivulets in the still of… as the zephyrs roam and the breeze… and hands as powerful as the rolli…

Oceans hover as far as one can see… opening doors to the north without… spreading about the fields of ripe… as a thick haze in the day from th… bringing in the air from the south…

I wish our world had the work ethic that all creatures big and small have upheld since the birth of life. Their devotion to it is a silent reverence to God’s perfect plan, which they k...

Sounds of Freedom As the ordinary grows tired And the music sits still Old avenues lose their luster And bright colors begin to fade

Transitory wings of white and gold… beauty in flight and rivers in mot… doors swinging open for the pure a… clarity speaking in a familiar ton… divinity opening up its heart,

The open hearth is the inversion o… the heat that resumes its forgotte… the fire that reminds us of its wa… the enlivening of its soul again, a revenant that defies the mortali…

From dust to dust and poets to the… and words go down with sunken ship… Vibrating words no longer rattle t… and the prose no longer tastes tha… The tides and the moon are no long…