do you believe in greenpeace or something?
Well I believe in green and peace hmmm?
I shall leave you with this poem for I must go burn one...before game 1 of the Stanley cup begins.
A Cradle Wind
Toward my cradle flew a Tatra wind,
brushed by eagles' wings and mountain pines
which gape from craggs into the abyss --
it blew and roared above my cradle.
Into my heart poured a lasting fit
of longing for eagles' flight and the
pensiveness of pines swaying in the
mountain tops, engulfed in pure quiet.