does the tree know when the bird perches on its limb,
the daisy, does it know when the bee buzzes about
and does the river know when the salmon swims in its
running stream much like me being cognizant of my
rambling thoughts, my deep breaths, the ache in
my heart for my fellow man?
the cardinal, does it know what song to whistle in order
to call attention to herself letting others know of her
presence and although our canine child responds to our
demands, does she really love us the way we love her or
is her love more innocent, pure and selfless?
when the eagle soars o’er looking down at the wolf
howling are they sharing their views as when the
sun lends its light to the moon at night are they aware
of each other’s purpose to help grow the flora and make
the tides of the seas ebb and flow for marine life to thrive
and grow?
and when the breath of life is no longer present in me,
will what mine eyes have seen, my ears have heard,
my taste buds tasted, my fingers sensitively touched,
and my spirit has danced to, will all this persist to exist
somewhere in the realm of the universe, most importantly,
will I remember love and will it remember me?
