My shitty poetry diary

Why would I harm nature?

The birds on my roof, chirping away
The birds in the trees, singing along with the morning sky
Each note, sang from their soul,
A sweet tune I've grown accustomed to.

The lady bugs that land on my nose while I'm drinking in the sun on a hot July day.
I don't flinch, or tell them to go away.
Why would I cause them harm? They're just telling me I'm lucky.

Those bunny rabbits I watch every spring, burrowing themselves in a blackberry bush,
Sometimes they bring their babies along.
I let them eat the strawberries from my garden
Why would I take away their right to land that they held in thrall before us? Before we poisoned their soil and peace.

I listen for the buzzing of the bees on the annual spring bloom.
Infiltrating my garden and talking to the blooms to arrive.
I watch them in their dutiful manner and don't dare to interrupt.
Why would I?
They're only blessing our atmosphere.

I only watch Gaia's soul creations with pure veneration and love.
As to how could someone be so cruel to only look at her and her artifices with malice?
no one but their rotten selves will know, but never admit.

Yay my writers block is gone!! Ive been writing, but none of it has actually been good until today. I think...