Tall tales and short lives

I want to live where palm trees grow
Actually I dont
I want
to be where the sunshine slows
and nightime seems as tho it didn't
ever start

or stop
I listen

To the wind
it whispers stories
forgotten fables of existence

We've built up quite a strong resistence
to nature
so much that
we hurt her
So much that she fights back
No-doubtably she'll win

But while you can
I suggest you take a deep breath
And breathe in fresh air
if, You can

For those of you that can't I'll take a dozen