They feed us.
They feed our friends who feed us.
They tower over us.
We snub out cigarettes in them.
They cover our walls.
We turn them into walls.
We use them to display wealth.
They are a wealth of display.
They smell better than we do.
Well, not always.
They remind us of far away places.
Yet are the very essence of home.
We show them off.
But they show us up.
They are our fellow beings on this small planet, and if we disrespect them, we disrespect life itself, and the miracle that is our Earth.
They feed our friends who feed us.
They tower over us.
We snub out cigarettes in them.
They cover our walls.
We turn them into walls.
We use them to display wealth.
They are a wealth of display.
They smell better than we do.
Well, not always.
They remind us of far away places.
Yet are the very essence of home.
We show them off.
But they show us up.
They are our fellow beings on this small planet, and if we disrespect them, we disrespect life itself, and the miracle that is our Earth.
Great post ! A poem about our world ... bitter sweet ...
ReplyDeleteA lovely celebration of our flora friends. Thank you!
ReplyDeleteSandra
Love this. And I'm intrigued by your depiction of a display of wealth as hedges and tightly clipped plants.
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