Natures Balance

This is a piece I stared to think about when I was lying in bed, looking out the window as the wind was blowing through the trees.

The texture of this solid,hollow tender object is important.

The crisp, rough surface with small dents, cracks and cuts is

enough to make me shiver.

The sight of a long, tall handsomely antique object is important.

Fairly tall, out stretched and wide object. Spreading through 

the air it shakes and dances in the air.

The hard, salty, brittle taste, flowing along my taste buds and

spreads through my body. My tongue twitched as my lips pursed,

not liking the taste. The taste was rough in my mouth with a smooth

ending.

This object is abused, beaten and removed from its home

when the 'man' says so. It's taken, destroyed and turned

into other objects. The tender, sweet object is losing its

home. The balance of this object and its simple, enlightening

make-up is gone, only to be changed into what the 'man' wants.

This object only wants love, air, wind and the ability to be loved.

Loved and taken care of, wanting its home back to thrive

and continue on. This simple brilliant features and rejuvenating

soft scents followed by the bitter,salty taste. Please help with this objects 

future, the world needs this object the most.