You see a designer bag.
I see a cow grazing in a soft, green pasture.
You fold an expensive tourist sweater,
I think of a rough, wooly lamb at sunrise.
You see green energy,
I pray for those poor birds' souls.
You see a company logo,
I stand at sunset watching webbed feet lead their family back to a nest.
You see a glistening high rise,
I lament our lost paradise.
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New Moon Day
PoetryA book of poetry and short stories for all of my Mother Nature-loving friends. Thank you, God, for all of life's blessings. On-going. ©2023 and 2024 by A. E. F. All Rights Reserved.
