The Nature Of Earth

When I look upon my pasture,

I smile with hope and joy,

The Earth is my master,

And I am it's boy.

The mountains carress my imagination,

Carrying me from my bed,

Showing me the metal abomination,

That from it I have fled.

When I think of all I need,

A bed and food for me,

Something for when I bleed,

The Earth is what I want to be.

The dirt under my feet,

The wind in my ear,

All the animals I meet,

The whistling trees I hear.

The Earth is what I need,

It keeps me warm in a bead.

-TardisRobber