I see the hawks, and I hear their cries.
I notice the ground, and dead butterflies.
I think, many don’t, and that they’re missing out;
Consumed with consumerism and
Filled with doubt,
And entirely focused within their story,
Of the way Life is.
A shame, I’d say, to not notice nature.
They’re always there, though we don’t always see them.
They don’t change. We do.
And, every once in a while, we run into them, and we wonder, how did I not see it before now?
As I walk,
Others move on.
We’re sharing this space.
We’re like chords in a song.
And we all have a part.
But we’re lost in forever.
By the meaning of together.