DownerShield

The last tree was felled with no fanfare. We didn't understand what that meant.  No one had ever explained it to us, and it we didn't know the unfamiliar words like felled and fanfare and tree.  But somehow we knew it was important.  School taught us that we had everything we needed, and I suppose that was true.  We never went hungry, we never felt too cold or too warm.  We didn't need to work to be special because there was a place for everyone.  You could be stupid and still get lunch.  You could be weak and still get a bed to sleep on.  Everything was provided for us.  But somehow we felt that something was missing. How can you describ

I can't sleep. You are far away, And my thoughts are with you. And so stretched, my mind can find no rest So I sit with my pen And scratch until heavy eyes drag me into restless sleep, And I and dream myself one day closer to you.