For his Nature is Mindless Destruction.
As the wind blows it withers away the rocks.
The cidering blustery sand tears all that is soft on the ground.
To have a soul one must feel for life, for
with everyone is connected.
The trees, the birds, the fish, all of God's wonderous creattions.
To destroy nature is to destroy ones self.
For something that destroys its self does not have a soul, it has a sickness . .
Brady Smith 7/05/97