the flower waits not for season’s change, it just
breaks through the dirt, the soil of earth to give
praise to the sun, feel the wind on its petals and
bathes in the rain while dressing the canvas of
the day with vanity to an aesthetic terrain
the water of the river runs into the lake, waiting not
for the tide of the sea to rise and ebb as it has a
journey to take, for the freshwater fish depend on it
to be itself as they swim to greet their ocean friends,
share their stories t’if a refrain
the eagle, the hawk, the blue jay and cardinal wait not
for the wind to blow for they have wings to fly from
clif to clif, tree to tree as the wolf stares up at them
from whilst he sits and howls at them letting them
know he’s content roaming and being earth-bound
and like the flowers, the rivers and oceans, the wolf
and our feathered friends, we bi-pedal beings, should
be what we were meant to be, content in sharing with
each other the fruits of Nature, being moral and kind,
creative, conservative yet progressive, caring for
Mother Earth
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