Plants>People (Poem)
- Melissa Rose Miller
- Nov 18, 2016
- 1 min read
Updated: Jan 10, 2021
Our ancestors were the planters.
And we are the destroyers.
How can humanity mistreat Mother Nature so ignorantly?
To neglect the source of our spiritual bliss
A source so abundantly divine
And nurturing to our well beings and existence.
We share a common ground in our foundations
By how a tiny seed sprouts into its own form of life
just as humans originate from a tiny cell.
But why is it disregarded
and belittled as an organism
when humans are the flawed creatures,
but nature possesses no blemish.
Perhaps weeds and brown patches surface
But it is still life in its natural essence
And all life is a work of art.
Hell, nature itself is a fucking masterpiece.
And you, the artist, can help sustain it
Though you may feel insignificant
Being apart of a species of 7 billion humans,
Your impact makes a difference
In support with the souls serving to save the planet.
