“In a few decades, the relationship between the environment, resources and conflict may seem almost as obvious as the connection we see today between human rights, democracy and peace.”
-Wangari Maathai (1940 – 2011), environmental activist. In 2004 she became the first African woman to win the Nobel Peace Prize.

Step lightly on the earth

Preserve it for the tenth generation to follow in your footsteps.

Will they tread on a path or wade through a waist-deep ditch?

How will your actions effect the world in which we must reside?

So here I am. Wow. God, you are incredible. Guys, look at me! Mom, Dad, Is this real? Do you see it too? I'm happy again. I know, I can't believe it either. It's so amazing that I shouldn't just be happy, but so phenomenally, deeply, and purely happy. Have I ever felt so at peace before? You tell me. I don't think it's quite possible.

Monday.
He made things happen for me today
His blue eyes smiled from dawn till dusk
He told me I’d do good things
I believed him and I still do
I’m on cloud nine right now
I’m feeling so much less empty
Not so alone
Things are finally coming together.

Tuesday.
I like my new friends
I’m busy
All the time
With school, with work
They fit into my schedule
Conveniently
Like puzzle pieces

Chapter Eleven: Underway

-- So, I know this was a really belated chapter. And, I also know I could have worked a lot more on it. And put more description in. BUT I just wanted to post it because I haven't posted anything in a while. :) So enjoy, and critique please! --

Chapter 2

She had brown, silky hair, with little blonde streaks running through it. She often curled it, though I had always said it looked pretty in natural waves. One, silver piercing brightened her left ear, two went through her right.

So, I've really needed to say stuff like this for a long time...

Santa's Evil Twin

Here comes Hanta Claus,
Here comes Hanta Claus,
Right down Hanta Claus Lane,
Lixen and Glitzen and all his demons
Pullin' on the reins.
Moms are prayin', children cryin'
All is scary and sad.
So hug your parents and say your prayers,
'Cause Hanta Claus comes tonight.

They had a name for me, where I came from. They called me Bogoath (Bog-gway-th), or soft wind; but here they just call me the Black Monarch. A monarch is a butterfly, and the new companies were claiming they called me this because I was such a “graceful swordswoman” and I dressed in all black. Of course, they made a serious mistake because they didn’t realize the name was already taken by a bird. In my opinion, the actual definition of a Black Monarch is much more descriptive of me. I do not flutter about pointlessly like a butterfly, nor am I dressed in black to hide who I am.

Switching pages between stanzas
Enjoying all of your funny quips and phrases
Half-hearted list that means the world to me
We're just two kids having fun

I spy a tree just on the other hill
Paper hats and metaphorical automobiles
My heart skips every time there is a pause
Maybe you'll take the time to speak

Clock ticking, another music note drones by
Secretly I think I love you
But I'm fine with staying friends
I cross my fingers, pray you'll stick around