Plants Feel
When a tree is cut down
in the forest all the other
trees feel it’s chop,
All the trees are connected
and feels it when this tree drops.
Now even your plant
even knows when you are gone,
it misses you and
needs more than water to live on.
Plants are sentient
which is true as the wind,
give the plant Kingdom kindness
for they were here in the beginning,
and help us to breathe and to live.
Written by Christina Sunrise on April 12,2011
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Are You Nuts?
You can lie to Sherry
and everyone else,
but remember you
have to live with yourself.
You think I was born yesterday?
That I can't figure you out
with the B.S. you say.
B.S. you say to the cops,
what a drama boy who has no chops.
Now fences break from a lot of weight,
for knocking over my plants you sealed your fate
Saying your sorry to the Plant Kingdom is at hand
for what you do to it, you do to the land.
Written by Christina Sunrise on April 30,2011
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Torture
When they torture your mother
plant a tree
When they torture your father
plant a tree
When they torture your brother
and your sister
plant a tree
When they assassinate
your leaders
and lovers
plant a tree
Whey they torture you
too bad
to talk
plant a tree.
When they begin to torture
the trees
and cut down the forest
they have made
start another.
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We Live Like Beggars
We live like beggars in
God’s kingdom of light,
we can’t see I so we
put up a fight,
a fight not to have
the whole pie,
until realize we can
reach for the skies,
because on the other side
they say we make our
wishes very small,
they say we can have
it big, we can have it all.
So living in world
of frozen thought,
we need help
to get everything we got.
we need help from guides
and angels too,
So look for help
and pray to them me
and you.
Written by Christina Sunrise on April 17,2011
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What do we plant when we plant a tree?
What do we get when we plant the tree?
We plant the ship which will cross the sea;
We plant the pencils to scribble our notes,
We plant the ballots to cast our votes;
We plant the paper in which we read,
The news that o'er wooden poles we speed,
We plant the piles to erect our docks;
We plant the rayon for shirts and socks.
What do we plant when we plant a tree?
We plant the houses for you and me;
We plant the rafters, the shingles, the floors,
We plant the studding, the lath, the doors,
The beams and siding, all the parts that be;
We plant the house when we plant the tree,
We plant the barrel, the box, the crate;
In which to ship all sorts of freight.
What do we plant when we plant a tree?
A thousand things that we daily see,
We plant the spire that out-towers the crag,
We plant the staff for our country's flag;
We plant the shade from the hot sun free,
We plant all these when we plant the tree.
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We Live In An Insane Asylum
We are nuts to some degree
we live in an insane asylum,
You and me,
Most souls don’t want to come here
for we live in a world based on fear,
We have to stay focused and be clear,
of the reality we want to achieve,
Sending pictures of what we want to see.
Knowing we can have it if we believe.
For you create your own nightmare
or a happy dream.
Written by Christina Sunrise on April 17,2011
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Save The World, Plant A Tree
Save the world, plant a tree,
For each one chopped, plant three,
Responsibility starts with you,
You actions, the things you do
We are one and the same,
Killing a tree gave no man fame,
They are alive- they breathe,
They feel pain- they writhe
Save the world, plant a tree,
For each one chopped, plant three,
Go green, stop global warming!
This is not a poem- a warning,
Trees are our friends,
Lets not treat them as fiends,
It’s in a deplorable state, her health
Show a little compassion for Mother Earth
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Faraway Planet
We live on a faraway
Planet in the Milky Way,
why would we
kill each other every day?
We are known as
the insane asylum
of the universe,
It makes sense,
even if it hurts.
We will overcome
all of evil and negativity,
one day we will be set free.
Written by Christina Sunrise on April 17,2011
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Plant More Trees
Plant more trees
As it looks green
And save the homes of the animals please.
Plant more trees
As it looks green
To keep the humans safe
From pollution and disease.
Plant more trees
As it looks green
To keep the cities beautiful and clean.
And throw the garbage into a dustbin.
Stop cutting trees
And plant more trees
For a long live of you and me!
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Save The Oak Trees
When you touch paper you touch a tree.
You pray for the trees from which paper come to thee.
Trees store light and wisdom in which they can share,
the make you cool by giving you shade.
You shop down a tree you should pray.
Pray for the Oak trees not to but cut down
cut down sad to the ground.
For Oak trees are very tired now-
they need to be appreciated somehow.
Appreciate Oak trees qualities of strength.
Written by Christina Sunrise on Mach 11,2012
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What If Humans Lived In A Cage?
What if humans lived in a cage,
and animals where all the rage.
“All the World’s a Stage, ”
like Shakespeare said,
which includes all of them.
Animals know how to live,
without destroying what
has been given to them.
Now human’s can change what’s
written on the page,
even as we get old and we age.
We are all artist’s in
this planetary dream,
Why not make
our scripts of adventure
that sparkles and gleam?
Written on April 10,2011 by Christina Sunrise
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I Would Rather Be An Animal
Someday I would rather be a cow,
because I could live in the now.
I would rather be an ostrich
and bury my head in the sand,
then figure out a crazy homosapien.
Yes, a bird would be a better fit for me,
flying carefree through the trees.
Maybe a cat on the prawl,
they help the planet more then you know.
Even a dolphin who brings lots of love and cheer,
they have a lot of stored knowledge,
that’s why they are here.
I’ld rather be an animal with no problems at all,
but I guess I’m a conscious human
to remember Who You Are.
Written by Christina Sunrise on September 12,2011
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Why Do We Use Oil Still?
If a spaceship landed on Earth, do you think it used gas?
It would never had made it here, it wouldn’t have a chance.
Why are we still using this old technology?
Because no money in batteries?
For using oil still is all about greed,
that is why we go to war,
but we hide the fact which can’t be ignored.
So the planet gets more polluted with this greasy stuff,
the air is polluted, we breathe it in our lungs.
But that’s o.k. if the few at the top,
get rich why the whole planet suffers a lot,
while they are still stuffing their golden pots.
But luckily consciousness of species still goes on,
even if they kill the wildlife, plant life in this dimension.
Written By Christina Sunrise on December 28,2011
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The Pelican
Tall and skinny with a
wrinkled face,
Women find him
rude,
grabbing their
private place.
Named Pelican,
for his nose is long,
unlike he wishes
it was his _________.
He'll rub your back
trying to get in
Your rack.
If you don't get
rid of him,
he will give you
a heart attack.
So be forwarned
of the Pelican's
smell, Razel likes
him, but not Mel.
Written by Christina Sunrise on April 23,2011
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In The End
In the end
I find out whose my
True friend.
For they can't
Pretend
To be—
Something other
then real to me.
They consider
how I would feel,
and not lie, or steal.
For I will always find out
without a doubt.
They are not real friend,
when all I see
is jealousy,
or stupidity of my things,
and my feelings that are dear to me.
Written on April 22,2011 by Christina Sunrise
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Last Breath
We take for granted
while we are here,
the air that fills
the atmosphere.
The breath of life
that we can not see,
is with us from the very beginning.
Clean air and good breathing
Is what we need to
take in oxygen for our
bodies to succeed,
Enjoy it in this time,
while you are fine.
Once we take are
once last breath,
our physical existence
turns towards death.
Are really gone
at all?
No, we are on the
otherside having a ball.
Written by Christina Sunrise on April 22,2011
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Time To Turn Over A New Leaf
The Plant Kingdom isn't all sweetness and light.
Some plants digest animal life
And destroy buildings and spread diseases.
However, these Godmade creatures
Have their place in the Universe
And deserve to be protected.
That's why trees are continually planted
To replace the ones we use.
Plant a Tree is part of our culture.
It isn't some politically correct philosophy,
It's an essential revitalisation of Nature.
We breathe out carbon dioxide
Which the plants absorb and exhale oxygen.
We act in symbiosis.
We exist by the Grace of God,
The Creator of all things.
Plants can't create us with our fantastic thoughts
And developments as we ourselves
Live and die and are replaced by our offspring.
Plants remain at their peak
As if no further developments are required.
I do not see any plant as superior to me.
I never will. Even when buried,
I await a resurrection promise to be fulfilled.
I will live again. I will walk upon the land once more.
This promise is not extended to plants
That they will live forever.
I see plants as living creatures full of wonder.
A humble microscope reveals
The tiny algae and their secrets.
The flowers are tended by Man,
Cultivated, nurtured like babes in the wood,
Fertilised orchids treated as preciously as diamonds.
Even the amateur gardener admires
The perfumed garden outside his home
And reflects upon his neighbours' gardens, too,
With a sense of community pride.
God Himself set Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden.
A Paradise on Earth, without blemish,
Without a briar or a thorn in sight.
It was Man and Woman who succumbed to temptation
And we abide now upon a fallen world.
We owe the plants no apology, no response at all.
We need not talk to the trees or the lilies of the field.
We need to make our peace with our Patriarch,
Our Heavenly Father. We need the Saviour.
We need to turn over a new leaf.
We need to drink the rivers of Heaven.
We need the outpouring of Cosmic sunshine, Celestial love.
Only then, can we have eternal souls and spirits
That blossom like the rose...
As it is written in the NEW TE-STAMEN-T...
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Tree Climbing
When I was 6 years of age,
I would go tree climbing all through the day.
My older brother would say to his friends,
“My sister Suzy can climb highest, you want to bet? ”
I would then look up at the tallest tree,
I knew I could make it without falling on my knee.
Yes, I would go straight to the top,
the top of the highest tree and then I’ld stop,
I would look down to see the world,
I was the happiest little girl.
All the trees where close together,
I felt like a bird with a lot of feathers.
I had made it to where the birds do roam,
I was at the top of the tower at my throne.
This reminds me of “Rising of the Planet of the Apes,
When Cornelius was happy to escape.
Climbing the tallest tree,
watching him brought back memories.
Memories of my tree climbing days,
I will always remember it in a special kind of way.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on August 28,2011
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I’m More A Mermaid Than A Butterfly
I once was told I was like a butterfly,
I fly away, fly away in the sky.
Never returning with no reason why.
I knew it was “somewhat” true,
So what do I say to you?
I’m a mermaid swimming away,
I swim, and swim in the bay.
Feeling the sunshine and it’s rays.
See, I’m a pisce’s moon,
ruled by planet of Neptune.
I hide out in the sea,
where no one bothers me.
Where the waves go crashing by,
and the dolphins jump real high.
I am most happy,
when I am set free,
not having to be someone
other than me.
Written by Christina Sunrise on April 22,2011
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Dog Eat Dog
It’s a dog eat dog world, a dog eat dog world, a dog eat dog eat dog eat dog world.
Live like a dog die like a dog, as the old saying goes,
The plant you water is the plant that grows, everybody knows,
Give blows, get blows
Down’s how the water flows
Live like a dog die like a dog
It’s a dog eat dog eat dog eat dog world.
Dog bites matty dog for a piece of meat,
Child hits matty child for a taste of sweet,
Woman claws her matty because she looks so neat,
Man robs his matty man because he wants to eat,
Policeman kicks his matty thief because he likes to beat.
It’s a dog eat dog world, a dog eat dog world, a dog eat dog eat dog eat dog world.
Live like a dog die like a dog, as the old saying goes,
The plant you water is the plant that grows, as everybody knows,
Give blows, get blows
Down’s how the water flows
Live like a dog die like a dog
It’s a dog eat dog eat dog eat dog world.
Preacher lies to the congregation cos that comes naturally,
Shopman cheats his customer for maximum profitability,
Politician takes all the bribes he can, constitutionally,
Lawyer robs you with a pen completely legally
Country bombs its matty land nationalistically.
It’s a dog eat dog world, a dog eat dog world, a dog eat dog eat dog eat dog world.
Live like a dog die like a dog, as the old saying goes,
The plant you water is the plant that grows, everybody knows,
Give blows, get blows
Down’s how the water flows
Live like a dog die like a dog
It’s a dog eat dog eat dog eat dog world.
Dads Cherry Tree
There was a large cherry tree in my yard
This tree t’was my dad ‘s favorite
And as the cherry tree grew up to thy sky
He did have a decision
whether or not to chop the tree down
Or risk it falling and killing him
For you see this old cherry tree did
Stand right over his bed
So if the wind kick up or lightning did strike
Would be his end for
The tree would fall and he would go
So unfortunately with the tree
So he would make great decision
And hopefully make it right
It took him many years and many a time
He thought’s the did spite
Him for the year’s went by and the cherry tree
Got more demised, nearer to the bed
As he would lay and begin to wonder
Will this take off my head
So as the year the did expire
Then He finally said
I will take the old tree down
Above my own bed
And the so alas the cherry fell
The tree would breathe its last
And be cut down to stump and be
Safe for dad once again
The tree was made low and the branches did go
Right into the meat smoker
But out of the ash cloud grew another
through the thorns and choker
the tree did live on in another a tree that grew
and so the tree was reborn
from a cherry, the trees great fruit
and so this little sapling grew and it grew
and it grew 1,2,3 foot by the crowing of the year
and so it grew and it got taller
as a little sapling then might or would do
and the tree got no smaller
as it grew to be as tall as dad and it was
staring him in the eye
he said we got to dig this up
look at the size
for you see the little sapling was right in my garden
and blocking the sunshine
so we dug and dug and dug
it took a lot of time
but finally we got up pulled it out of the ground
and moved to better spot
were it would live in peace and harmony
the place we set was not to hot
But it was not to cold either, it was
It was a nice spot with all
of the tree for the young cherry’s company
the tree grew very tall
And with it happy position that there was
it was a great sight
To see this cherry tree again live
And never have to fight
Now when my dad he did see this
he was so overjoyed
He had his cherry tree’s son and offspring
And never again did he toy
With planting or cutting down old cherry trees
He loved his tree so dear
That he would be indeed collecting all the cherries
And never wrong was he steered
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