Echoing Small Things

To step on a ladybug

Is to inflict self-mutilation

To wipe a spider’s web away

Is to hinder the simple value of patient survival.

To lift a sparrow’s egg from the nest

Is to abuse Nature’s province of sanctity.

To remove a toy from a chinchilla’s cage

Is to disregard life’s simple rewards.

To ignore the small voice within

Is to obviate breath’s moral compass pleading.

Echoes are forever,

Knowing only the perpetuity of beginnings.

Yet…

How quickly we choose to forget the small things

Echoing forever as part of the cosmic-one within,

Within.

Within.