I'd write love letter to the earth, whisper them to the wind, fold them into paper boats, and find a stream to sail them in. I'd write of beautiful sunrises, of the oranges and pinks, while I sit beside the seashore, where the waves can smudge my ink. I'd write these words on paper, but for paper I need trees. Like many things mankind has made, but doesn't really need and so our letters to the earth leave less love than they do scars. When we write them in our blinding light that blocks out all the stars. So when writing letters to the earth, it's time that we rethink. Since we don't need a piece of paper, if the life we live's the ink.
