HIS PLACE

 

 

The sun sets.

The animals prepare for the night,

But the old elephant stands in his place.

He doesn’t need to move.

He has everything he needs.

He keeps a watchful eye

As he stands in his place.

THE LAST TREE

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I face the wind

Each day I wait

As time passes

People come and go

Trees fall

Dying animals cry

Buildings replace rolling hills

Fewer trees dot the landscape

Polluted water fills the oceans

Mankind has made drastic changes

Stop before it’s too late

I refuse to be the last tree standing

MY EYES SEE

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My eyes see the light beyond

where humans hurry to and fro.

My eyes see the darkness inside

where humans have no pride.

They fight and attack each other

with no regard for their species.

They rant and rave over their passions

with little concern for the welfare of others.

My eyes see the good and the bad,

leaving me all too sad.

Meow.

GOODBYE OLD FRIEND

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GOODBYE OLD FRIEND

The world is changing.

Forests are dying.

Animals are becoming extinct.

Nature has taken control.

Days are warmer.

Rain falls harder.

Earthquakes rock the planet.

Hurricanes bring the winds.

Ocean waves dance to the deadly tune.

Bow to our new foe, Mother Nature.

Crime does its share,

But nature cleans the slate.

Towns and cities topple

Beneath the rubble.

The salt water hits my face

As I watch the waves rise.

I wait for the beautiful sight

To turn deadly and reckless.

The laps at the shore

Become heavy slaps.

Rocks and debris are

Thrown to the wind.

Soon I am drenched.

The ocean has come ashore

To wreck havoc on our lives.

My eyes tear as I search for

the ocean’s lost beauty.

I search for the camaraderie of

My old friend who’d soothed my fears.

My friend is long gone.

All is gone.

And so will we.

THE LAST TREE STANDING

 

 

I face the wind.

Each day I wait.

Time passes.

I wait for the world to change.

People come and go.

I hear sounds of trees falling

and cries of animals dying.

The rolling hills are replaced by buildings,

monstrous symbols to mankind.

Fewer trees dot the naked landscape.

Dirty water fills the lakes and ocean.

Mankind has changed the world

in irreversible ways.

Stop before it’s too late.

I refuse to be the last tree standing.

 

LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL

Life is beautiful.
Look around.
There’s beauty everywhere.
In every flower.
In each blade of grass.
And in each and every insect.
Too much to take in at a glance.
But no one bothers to notice.
Birds.
Flowers.
Ocean.
Fish.
Clouds.
Sun.
All around us.
See the beauty.
Take in the beauty.
Appreciate the beauty.

A BORING AFTERNOON AT THE PET STORE

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A BORING AFTERNOON AT THE PET STORE

A boring afternoon at the pet store.
    “What to do? What to do?”
    the white cat pondered to herself.
    The only movement was an annoying fly.
    It flew around the store.
    The four kittens followed the fly with their eyes.
    In fact, they couldn’t keep their eyes off it.

The fly was black and furry.
    It had unusual yellow stripes down its back.
    The smallest cat wanted it for a new baby brother.
    The Tom cat wanted to swat the thing with his tail.
    The fly finally landed.
    On the Tom cat’s nose.
    “Ouch,” Tom cat screamed out.
    “It bit me!” he said while rubbing his nose.

Fluffy, the big white cat, ran over to Tom.
    She said,”It didn’t bite you but stung you.”
    “Oh no! Oh no! What should I do?”
    Tom ran around in circles.
    The white cat moved closer to look at his nose.
    “It’s fine. If it swells, we’ll put ice on it. It looks better
    than the poor fly.”

The four cats looked down at the fly lying on the ground.
    “It gave its life so it could sting you,” Fluffy said.
    “But why would it do that?” Tom looked confused.
     “It’s the way of life,” Fluffy said in a sad voice.
     “I know! We should bury it with a service and all.”
     The little voice came from the youngest kitten.
     They all agreed with him.

Not having a yard for a burial, they wrapped the fly
     in a tissue and were going to flush it down the toilet.
     But first, the youngest, Squeaky, said a few words.
     Squeaky was sad that the fly didn’t even have a name.
     “Let’s call her Miss Bee,” Fluffy suggested to the group.
     “Why? It was a fly.” Squeaky was upset.
     “No, my dear, she was a bee. And that is why she stung Tom.”
     Squeaky began to cry. 

After wiping his nose and eyes, Squeaky agreed to call
     her Miss Bee.
     “Goodbye, Miss Bee. We’re sorry we didn’t get to know you
     better. I hope you make friends in your new life.”
     With that said, Squeaky flushed the toilet and watched
     Miss Bee float away to her new life.
     “Goodbye Miss Bee,” Squeaky said. “We’ll miss you.”