The earth
By Mason O
The earth’s crust is the only thing that I can trust.
The leaves and trees as I receive seeds of the historical trees.
The water we stand near is the only thing I can hear.
All the lakes make me feel at home, in twenty years we may live in a futuristic dome.
All the ice may look nice but nowhere near.
The only thing we can hear are the seeds that I receive from the very historical trees.