Beautiful brown Redwood trees, blanketed in dirt Marathons in the dark deep earth Bringing us back to brown Never to forget its worth. ...

Stay in the woods for me You shouldn’t be on the road You should look up at the stars And believe in what they tell You will forgive them...

I am god of the ocean and I am tired of the seashells. They shift and crackle under my feet. The sands in the grooves of the floor the...