here is a poem I wrote while we were camping this week.. Hope ya'll enjoy it
Red, Yellow, Brown, Green
The color of the leaves raining down
Cool nights, warm sunny days
A kiss of warm wind, sun at my back
Fall is upon us, but what is fall?
It sounds so daunting
Impending death or promise of renewed life, come spring?
Squirrels frantically gathering food for winter.
Is winter something to dread?
Or is winter perhaps a time for reflection?
A look at the past for lessons learned and a look to the future, planning.
Is the glass half empty or half full?
What is reality?
Are we just a cog in evolution, tied to a preplanned
destiny?
Or is our reality our perception?
Something we can change at will?
Isn’t that the very definition of magic?
Are we responsible only to ourselves?
Or are we also responsible to our global community?
How do we help others to heal when we ourselves are hurting?
What if we don’t come together as a community?
What will happen to Gaia?
Will humans become the next “endangered species”?
We are inseparable.
We are Gaia and Gaia is part of us.
What we do to her we ultimately do to ourselves
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