rootsinhell

Wrapped in Mother Nature’s embrace
Her winds whistle warm whispers
 
Branches swaying, rock-a-bye baby
Frolicking fairies fawn and flatter
 
Sinking into a soundly slumber
Curling into folded fetal position
 
Hibernating deep within her womb
Healed by her magic kisses
Awakened by the serpents hisses
 
Swirling sounds of sirens surround
A fire burns fierce and bright
 
What happened to my Garden of Eden?
How did my Heaven turn into this Hell?
 
With Love,
theDesignLife