A viper infested a tree its branches and roots digested, chocked, the invader like a cancer enslaved traumatized soul. 

Leaves do not soar the depression of emerging saplings died the infant mortality wrote sterilized soil unable to yield a screaming earth, hands sifting apart grains of soil and sand for money. 

One breath in a pulse of the heart the earth suffocates, one vision is not the health of the people, desire strokes pleasures for more than is necessary. 

One mind creates the chaos eating away at the custodians of earth, things of nature burned in excessive needs for resources, generations later left in poverty 

The earths light is twisted to the thought of those wanting everything gobbling everything lusted for, the tree of life withers in generosity unable to give more although it wishes for her children only wanting.

The grasp of things unrestrained eating its own flesh nothing to eat, a blank infinity like a paper sheet forever without contrast or relief, a boring eternal white. 

Hissing of words reflect in mirrors to those others not looking within, accusing other cultures of not being civilized, they have more than a barbaric burning virus within their own religion and culture. 

More junk and more until leaves of trees are gone, swollen mouths and stomachs, filth within the garbage, cannibalism of flesh eating itself, when the land infested of viruses inverted thoughts the tree consumes itself.            

The infested texts of once spiritual purity, burned away to oblivion by misinterpretations of each leaf continues to drop the broad oceans of the mind, the oblivion of the what the tree said.