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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.

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