6th sense

We are all one.

The animals scream and the earth cries and we're always disappointed by the mere stranger who broods over what we could never fathom. We try to decipher the repugnant from the sublime all out of living a life that isn't defined by emotion. The trees are singing to you and you can't hear a single hymn, you're enthralled in the things you cannot refine. You fiend control but you lack patience so the ground shakes when you stumble and you're left with the embrace of nature, as the branches succumb you and the vines become you.

Reviews

[Tony Jordan]

Some reaching in this one - in terms of word meanings and employment but that can be put down to poetic license Tea.
The overall idea - the stranger who feels what others cannot and cannot feel what's around them - is very intriguing. A judgement or admonishment of sorts - writ very eloquently.