I look at the birds

I can hear them sing

Everyday like there's no tomorrow

Tell me

Are they not free?

I can often see a hint

Of a golden sunrise, or

Of an orange, purple, pink

Sunset

Happening behind some gray clouds,

Tell me

Are they not glorious and charming?

The sun

When it carefully peeks

From the horizon

Coloring the sky, clouds, earth and grass,

Looking like an amber gem

But never diguised

As something he's not,

Tell me

Is it not loving, gracious and brilliant?

I look around and

I see trees

Growing

Dancing to the wind,

With powerful roots

That will only be taken

When everything else has fallen apart,

Except it won't,

Because

Tell me

Are they not fresh, joyful, friendly and essencial?

And when it does rain

May we never complain,

For when the drops drop

Running a portion of their

Endless

Walk in Life,

Tell me

Are they not abundant, graceful, merciful, tireless and giving?

And the grass

Bright in its favor,

Home to all sorts of

Forms of life,

Food to others,

Bed to many more, and

Fun to us all,

Tell me

Is it not simple, kind, calm, necessary, selfless and delicate?

Will the sea ever stop

Speaking its heart out,

Or going its way,

Just because of all the storms and people

Unsettling and haunting it? So

Tell me

Is it not powerful, corageous, great, indefatigable, resolute, awesome and overwhelming?

And now, we, humans, not only existing, but

Having so much around us

To learn from,

Still fail to realize that we,

We ourselves, are so much more

Than anything I've mentioned before.

And yet we do not comprehend that

If the rest of Creation

Is, naturally and persistently,

Everything I have said,

Tell me

Why are we not?