By: Reanna Marchman
Outside the cement walls
Man has planted nature
Green leaves
Sprouting life
To blossoms of gold, lavender, and pearl
A scent of honey and perfume fill my senses
Drawing in a flood of life
Buzzing about
Bees pollinate the flowers
Gliding
Butterflies feed on the nectar
Harmonizing
In their labor
Knowing their purpose in life
Working together
To create a cycle
Birds wait above in the trees of green
To consume the workers
None of the creatures question what they should do
They intrinisically knowing what they were made for-
Their lives purpose created
Internally within
Quietly I observe and learn from the ‘lesser’ life forms
Wondering how we have become
SO
Disconnected
To nature
To our purpose
Yet the idea that I can rationalize this
That I can observe
And learn
That I can choose
To follow my purpose or
To walk away
A profound mystery in humanity
