Cause and Effect
A bird flaps its wings
In Detroit
And the wind picks up along
The Great Lakes
In Maine
In the woods a deer's ears flap in the wind
It gallops across the border to the snows
Of Canada,
Where it rustles against a bush.
It breaks loose a leaf, that flies in the wind, and lands
In the ocean,
Where it creates a ripple,
That turns into a wave,
To crash into the distant coast of Iceland.
It kicks up grains of sand,
Carried on the wind, through the river,
Across Europe,
Connecting to Russia,
Evaporating into clouds
Which turn into a snowstorm,
Blowing across Siberia,
To the ocean again,
Where it becomes flurries,
Floating across the distance
To Alaska,
Where they stick to the fur of a sled dog,
Racing back
To Canada.
The dog shakes itself in Vancouver,
And the droplets stick to a car,
Which makes the long drive,
South, Southeast,
Back to Detroit,
Where it melts on a quiet street and
Flows into a puddle,
Where that same bird quenches its thirst.
He Does Not Know He is Beautiful
Start with his heart,
Bold and beautiful.
Hers races to catch his.
Alas, his is too fast.
Bounding and leaping
Strong, graceful and alert.
Eyes wide and ears perked.
The first scent of danger and he bounds off.
Graceful, majestic.
Long, strong, beautiful strides.
A gentle moment, just a nibble of grass.
Soft and sweet.
The fresh smell and taste of the tender blade.
The smell of excitement.
Unfamiliar, his heart pounds.
A change in the air.
He is awakened.
A new sense of bold.
An itch and new tendrils of blood.
Engorged and growing.
An urge to thrust and rub.
Young and tender, just his size.
He thrusts, the satisfaction of just the right spot.
Faster and harder.
Thrust, rub, release.
Freedom from the itch.
Bounding off.
His thirst burns.
A cool crisp drink.
Alas, his reflection.
The weight of his head,
The broad shoulders.
His pleasure ripples through him.
He did not know!
His innocence.
He did not realize!
Shy, timid no more.
Head raised high and proud.
A new bold walk.
Less fear.
Calmness.
A sureness in his gait.
He searches.
Pounding, racing.
Chasing.
A gentle frolic.
Her heart timid and frightened.
His smell excites her.
His raw power.
Strong, young, bold.
He acts indifferent and knows she watches.
Allowed to walk with him.
Following as he leads.
Running together.
Hearts racing together.
Stop!
Fear, panic.
He tries to stop her.
She does not notice he stopped.
She does not sense his fear.
Careless, and foolish.
She races.
The noise resounds through the trees.
The sharp clack.
She falls.
He sees.
Watching, a stillness.
She is gone.
mother nature the tree
the roots run throw my veins
this endless of cycle of life of death
the fibers of life in threaded in my DNA
linked to the cycle of the unifying factor of life
where one soul dies and merges into the soil
where the marrow of the bone grows little sprouts of life
where death is not the end of life
but a chain each where decay is rebirth
where headstones turn into planting pots
where the dead bend their bones into stones
and grind together in the soil and form dirt
where veins connected to the core of mother nature and feeds all walks of life through
her reproductive system where she produces rich fruits to feed the hungry
where she gives life to the lifeless
where she infuses life into tired and dreary souls
she takes her roots and plugs them into the earth core
to gain energy
Mother nature never shows her face, she lives within things
she is the core
she is the unifying cycle of life and death
she takes our blood
she takes our tears
she takes our pain
and creates a mural
a mural of nature
where life works as a machine
where what u get in life is what u put out
mother nature is watching
she can choose to make u a fungus
or a beautiful flower .