Musing on Creation

Are we,

The human race,

I wonder,

Some sad experiment…

A planted seed that promised growth

Then failed and simply bent.

Could we have lived, I wonder,

As bees within a hive,

Or dolphins in the deep blue sea

Who, as a pod, all thrive?

I watch a chipmunk skitter

Through the fallen leaves,

The birds up in the treetops

With no need to ‘believe’

We’re flawed, I think,

A grand mistake,

The worst of what might be

And pale, in comparison,

To every living tree.

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Astrology-Informed Artist; Author of self-help books on healing with Ozark Mt. Publishers; survivor

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