Might the Day Come…
Might the day come
When nature has become your Bff
When raindrops on your shoulder
Understand your conversation with them
When trees keep their leaves a bit longer
Knowing your back needs a rest from the raking
Might the day come
When clouds hear the thunder from afar
Blink across the sun to warn you
The gruff one approaches
When a brook carves new tributaries
Knowing for you to follow the old
Will lead to impassable falls
That the dolphin and whale
Are recognized as sentinels of survival
Might the day come
When feeding both predators
And prey
Will be from your hand
Might the day come
Butterfly and hummingbird
Become your permanent wingmen
When truly the most you have to fear
Will be accepted as fear itself
That day may very well come
When most humans will be extinct
When survivors will see their way
To preserve what’s left as…
All that’s left
Let us hope
For…
Such a day may not be far away.
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In my short life, knowledge usually overcomes most fears. I have watched flocks of sparrows at our bird feeder. If one sparrow senses danger--fears--they all fly off. But, if the hawk or the cat they fear arrives, only one will be killed. And that one will likely be old, or sick.
We are like that flock, afraid that everyone is in danger. If one removes oneself from that social bridge that creates flocks, simple knowledge dispels flock fear. The lemming syndrome is real and it is very dangerous. When I see everyone rushing in the same direction, I go the opposite.
May your wish through your offering this special day ring true through all the readers and we began to work together using our knowledge to make a better world for every living thing, every insect we brutally torture and kill at will today.
Ron