Captured lands.

Living in Mother nature,

I evade captured lands because their grounds captivate our minds.

Blindly wandering through captured lands, we forget who we are

we forget how much precious life is. 

In this amnesia,

Pleasant melodies turn to cacophonies of unpleasant noise 

and out of tune we go

out of tune to the melody of life

that sweet sweet melody.

Wind gliding over the different forms of green molecules is a perfect similitude of the sound of that sweet melody.

This melody has been effaced from most ears

but some have retained that indestructible melody

the melody that spins the earth incessantly 

the melody that makes the night chase the day

the sweet sweet melody of life

that never ending celestial symphony.