too true, love, too true...

Beautiful...

Only after the last tree has been cut down, Only after the last river has been poisened,Only after the last fish has been caught,Only then you'll reali\e that money can not be eaten...

This piece was on a poster when I was in Sweden on a hollyday. It touched me so much that I remember it still...

Keep it up!

Dorien

i wonder that too sometimes--but then i see how much i depend on technology and i know i would never be satisfied just by living in nature, oh well...great job, it flows nicely

Yeah...i wondered about living in a nature-filled world too. Thanx for sharing! Very good job!

This is an excellent poem! Reading it took me back to my childhood. Spending time at the river, fishing and living like the indians! It sounds inviting for sure! Let's go camping!Keep writing Amber! You are inspiring...

i love the mentioning of your childhood dream,society isnt very inviting...thats why nature seems better.id like to live with animals as well.and i could actually imagin a indian roasting a marshmellow!hehee great poem,keep writing