Free To Fly

Joem

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

...

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.

[January 4th, 2025] - Joseph Marek

 

  • Author: Joseph Michael Marek (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 28th, 2026 16:28
  • 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-hearted, 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 on to friendships 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 stupid, or nefarious? I'm sure some could be, but the world wasn't always as bad as it is today. Their behavior is interchangeable on a daily basis throughout each year, because of feeling anything other than the love they get from trying to live easier with all the benefits of trying to live in harmony, as a majority of we do. I just think most people misjudge that most animals live their lives for the sole reason of not making sense of anything, or unable to be sentient or even conscious of anything around them and trying to live life fiendish. Most of what we see them doing is fleeing from us whenever we're in their presence. I cannot blame them. And it's probably the same from their side. (This is my opinion on most wildlife, not all.)
  • Category: Reflection
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  • sorenbarrett

    The issue of how we indiscriminately interrupt nature and the lack of wisdom in this. Well done



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