THE HORIZON THAT KEEPS THE GRASS GREEN

He who knows the earth, knows the grass.
By his grace, all was made green,
That no one could remain green,
But to live that perfect grace.

Blessed be the lifted creator.
He who made the overall creation,
Only to lead the best of his creation,
And dwell among his creation.

He who says no hasn’t seen the net,
Whoever flowers knows it better.
As all long for a green pasture,
The earth cries for a better picture.

All I see is soon destroyed.
The world longs for a better destiny,
When it can’t keep that old legacy,
Only to pretend to be determined.

Well, I proclaim peace to the world.
Peace to those that claim for the worse
Those that lead the horse,
When they can’t keep anything on their heart.

Blazing means firing,
Burning the old unto fluid.
But, who the hell went that far?
Surely, no one could trace that figure.

Say bye to the world
Or else, chase out the beast
One must be on the desk,
To succeed amidst the worse.

Chose life if you can.
Not yours but that of your kids,
Cause they will save the whole class
If they got knowledge all along their carrier