What Is My Role?

Fri, 01/30/2015 - 22:42 -- ecimase


What is my role?

In this short, simple life?

Feet, crunching in snow

Birds ride endless sky

And I ask: why?


Nature’s mountains and trees

Yet our lights kill the night

Nature, far as can be

We take haste in false delights

And I ask: why?


So many people

Too  much, taken for granted

Are they really worth less,

Than that one pair of pants?

And I ask,: why?


I think of the child

Such passion in their eyes

And care for mother Earth

Yet another surprise

And I look to the sky


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