Places

I had to make a poem for class using cut up words. This is the edited, refined version.

Have not despair

To the air so clean,

Do good,

 upon us.

Announcing the things of love,

to us.

 And tell all the lonely trees to walk home,

For we don't need them. Within our sanctum.

The World 

Offers the hundred body family,

And Our landscapes,

 are yet moving again,

Farther. And farther yet.

You and yours,

 let my imagination be.

Though, 

In me and mine,

your harsh mental desert,

 becomes yet,

 a deep, exciting place.

Author's Note

As usual, any constructive criticism is well, warmly accepted.
Given the situation, it's very likely to be confusing.
I tried my best to make it not just a pile of words. Even if that's exactly what it was.
If you liked or disliked any parts, let me know, plip.