The Birds And Bees Are Essentially Free
Free To Fly From Flower To Tree
All Of This Is Important To Me
And To Break Their Flight Is Not Very Nice
We've Done This Much More Than Just Twice
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They Are Born With The Power Of Flight
Yet They Still Cower From Fright,
Terror In Their Eyes When We're In Sight.
I Believe If We All Treat Nature More Kindly,
Our Spirits May Fly Ever So Highly.
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Author:
Joseph Michael Marek (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: There are so many things I could say or even detest about how nature is treated in my eyes. I get that they're animals, but it's also that we hardly ever truly put ourselves in their position. They may see us as cold, selfish, or savage even... yet we don't seem to care to recognize what they'd truly like from us or acknowledge what would be possible because we simply cannot or will not make any effort to decipher what they'd say. They're so terrified of us that they don't even care how kind we could be or the miraculous connection of empathy of companionship that could be shared. They most likely speak to each other in a way like we do, I believe. I doubt they're big on names, but it's apparent they make some kind of conversation. If anyone honestly thinks and/or believes that they make a bunch of unintelligible sounds and useless body language with each other for no other reason than to mate, wouldn't that be an opinion leaning in the area that animals are something evil and/or without thought which contradicts the facts, and that they have been around for so long? I just think most people misjudge that most animals live their lives for the sole reason of not making sense of anything but mating, or unable to be sentient of anything around them. They live savage lives from some of our perspectives, but in truth, they have no choice, really. They likely prefer it, partly because they don't know what it is like to have that comfort. It is our fault for not helping them as much as we could. Most of what we see them doing is fleeing from us whenever we're in their presence. I cannot blame them.
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Comments1
The issue of how we indiscriminately interrupt nature and the lack of wisdom in this. Well done
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