why does it happen?
If it a tree drops its leaves,
whom do you blame?
If a spider makes a web,
whom do you blame?
If a fish breathes water,
whom do you blame?
If a bird flies,
whom do you blame?
If a snake shakes its tail,
whom do you blame?
If the ground shakes
whom do you blame?
If the universe expands,
whom do you blame?
If a writer writes,
whom do you blame?
If a painter paints,
whom do you blame?
If a poet writes poetry,
how could you blame?
A flower cannot grow alone.
It must find soil to have a home.
It starts as a seed, it probably won’t survive.
The odds are great the seed will die.
It’s a small chance but the seed succeeds.
It must steal sunlight and water from the tenacious weed.
With hope and care the seed begins to sprout.
It must fend off the occasional drought.
After a while the seed is a fully-grown stem.
Mother Nature can no longer extinguish it on a whim.
The stem will contain an invigorating power.
On it will grow a beautiful flower.
The flower will soon shoot its seeds into the air.
Once again the tenacious weed must beware.
Water, without it we have no life.
It covers are planet in an eternal blue dye.
Whether ice or steam it will always be here.
Water, without it, we would have great fear.
Fear that our planet will be devoid of all life.
Water soothes and protects healing all wounds.
It possesses a power more pure than the moon.
Be warned waters power is fearsome and great.
It can decide our people’s fate.
Water rising and twisting, overwhelming the coast.
We must realize that water is our host.
A host that is spreading over our land.
Depopulating the areas of all man.
We must all share in one true fear.
Fear that our planet will be devoid of all life.
Their snickering frees them of all wrong.
Hyenas wander the African Plain.
Treating the hunt of a wildebeest like its a game.
If they don’t kill, it does not matter.
They scavenge others by using patter.
Hyenas by some are considered lazy.
To those who say that I call them crazy.
Brown furry creature they are not picky.
They would it eat what other animals assume are icky.
A lion appears he is alone.
He cannot find where the hyenas roam.
For the hyena is a smart he is already gone.
He rises early long before dawn.
How could you criticize such creatures?
When their resourcefulness is a involuntary feature.
They can’t do it peacefully.
When we were young in times of stone.
Laws of war were not yet known.
Iron and steel were the laws of the land.
Victory was decided by the strength of your hand.
Hulking warriors grew obsolete.
Gunpowder guaranteed their defeat.
With armies possessing cannon and rifle.
Only luck made certain a warriors survival.
The advents of weapons did not end there.
Soldiers soon found another reason to beware.
Automatic guns would shred a mans flesh.
Iron armor was not battle dress.
On top of that there were chemical attacks.
Leaving men to die and grovel like filthy rats
The worse of the weapons had not come.
A weapon that would cause life to be undone.
The advent of a weapon that contains so much power.
Would be humanity’s dying hour.
If natural events had emotion…
Would a Volcano be angry and let loose a scream.
Would it be ignorant of the pain that it brings.
Would rain be kind or would it be cruel.
Would it know of its soothing power and cool.
Would snow be as aloof and cold as a winter’s day.
Would it know that its sends men into the fray.
Would a tornado be hyperactive ready to spin.
Would it know that it causes human chagrin .
Imagine if the seasons stood still.
Imagine if the Weather bent to humanity’s will.
Would humans care for the weathers pain.
Or would we think of its emotions as one big game.
At least things are the way they are now.
Humanity has an uncaring foe that will always be around.
My heart is across the Atlantic
And yet, I am anchored here
Caught astride the blue and green
Between the far and near
To one I lost my head and heart
In autumn hot and dry
But with you, chéri, my dreams are filled
And for you, my feelings fly
Flickering like starlight
With eyes of emerald flame
I scarce could stand his searing touch
Or when he spoke my name
But you, amour, I miss your laugh
That golden, sunny smile
Your piercing lapis lazuli gaze
Devoid of rage or guile
His hands are long and slender
With blue veins all showing through
The loveliest I’ve ever seen,
And yet, I think of you
Your lips so curved, like Cupid’s bow
Soft red with rosy tinge
Perfect with unconscious grace
Lips, drawn and made for sin
Far across the dreaming sea,
In a city full of light
My love lives happy, fast and free
For you, I’m out of sight
But know, chéri, you’re in my heart
Still always on my mind
I won’t forget your face or touch
Though love is painted blind
A Bird flies in the sky
Why it does, it knows not why.
The Fish swims in the ocean depth
A creature on land it has not met.
A Snake is doomed to slither the jungle floor
Why doesn’t it wish for something more?
A broken man’s purpose is maimed
Society does not know his pain.
Humans have wandered and destroyed
They treat the Earth like it’s a toy.
They discard and waste it for the trash it is not
They allow beauty and innocence to forever rot.
They are intelligence
They are strong
Their strength allows them to commit so much wrong.
If they were gone, the Earth would be clean
The way it was always meant to be.
They must advert there fate
Or their demise will come at a sooner date.
An insect walks down a street.
Using its six insect feet.
The insect sees a spider walk.
It chases another insect down the block.
The other gets pierced with a sword-like fang.
The insects’ cowardice does not wane.
A day passes, the other insect is dead.
All that remains is a decomposed head.
The insect walks down the block.
Like its predecessor it gets caught.
The insect cries and pleas for help.
Another insect hears its whelp.
The other insect watches and runs away.
It decides to return another day.
A day passes, the other insect is dead.
All that remains is a decomposed head.
A tadpole swims around in a pond.
It wonders where its mother has gone.
Eventually the tadpole forgets.
The tadpole grows legs and begins to kick.
The tail stops growing and gets very short.
The tadpole tastes air and pines for more.
Soon enough the tadpoles arms are there.
Where they will take her she knows not where.
The tail is now but a nub.
The gills now seem like a dud.
She climbs onto land without gills
And begins to hop into the hills.
She has eggs and lays them in the pond.
They will wonder where their mother has gone.
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