I haven't written any poetry for a while, but I'd love to hear some feedback (positive or negative doesn't matter) A cloud of hazy mist rises from the forest A sleepy summer morning can sometimes be the hardest Attempting to relieve suffering but continually discovering humans are garbage Why can't we all grow our own soulful fruit and harvest? Why must we focus on dollar signs and unaffordable charges? While waiting hours in traffic to maintain our gardens? Why must nature be destroyed for overpopulation? My wistful soul hardens The sound of hopeless trees dropping can be heard in forests Emotionally senseless masses guided deceptively like tourists Hours of meditation can teach us much about ourselves Appreciate simplicity, having clean water that runs through wells Human suffering is random and curses billions like evil spells Craving beauty and books hidden on forgotten shelves Many die nameless, less notice is taken to these humans than Americans pay attention to happy little elves This society makes mechanized automatons out of Good Men So focused on a hot meal, the poverty stricken often end up doin' life in the pen