The holding of the hand…
The holding of the hand ... Take that ... This is a prayer and lament for Bunny Port birds homeland ... What was once Godly Creation is now deforestation ... Locals cut down sitting next to strangers ... If we hold people in our furrows ... we can cross back land that is over ... Remember once this narrative was normal ... Hilarious! ... This time of connection ... Bunny Port more or less ... Ornament trees were the foreign majestic oak ... At the center or core of all stories ... Felt ... Oh ... We are sorry for to see the lamenting lapping sea ... Insane love for destruction ... We stood like a post on the sandy shore ... For many is the long shadow form ... Until the short vessels of Float You Under ... Oh Bunny ... We shine where they think too much on us ... The marrons ... if we had it all now ... And the Lords lingering absences cannot purchase poor forthright forest birds ... So wee and not bitter ... Crying over our work or labor ... Where can we soar? ... Art works made with only ashes have all been cut down ... Rainbow middle eye is sorry for to see ... The woeful aftermaths of man's interventions ... Excavations ... Hollow holes ... Resources channeling ... Systematic removals remaining ... Careless to careful extractions ... Lament(Tree) ... Hm Mm
