An Ecological Association
Concerning plants, ecology, the human environment, and everything else.
Oct 18, 2010
In The Big Cypress
Bury me in a secret grave,
in the white sands of an absent sea,
in the warm waters of a summer rain.
And when the sea returns,
and I drift, revealed,
may the manatees lick my bones,
and gather me up in their mermaid arms.
Big Cypress Swamp
Rising Sea Levels
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