In a computerized kingdom, the world around us is never still. Time must be taken to awaken stillness in our minds. Find time, to sit, reflect about the wealth of existence; not only upon the persistence of human destruction.

Seek pleasure in a changing season, have good reason to look for the child inside us all; reside there, recall, however brief our youth. Always find a moment of relief and care to seek a better truth.

We must have faith in human kindness, even a small generous act can open the door to the belief, that not all life leads to endless grief. A simple need satisfied; a smile, a warm embrace, has the power through every hour onward to change the face of the earth.

This land is vast and all earthlings should have their natural place, not put there by another race. Beyond the mountains, beyond the sea, all creatures should live naturally. Humanity should not be judge and jury. It is not our right to take away another's choice, or deny their voice.

Regardless of species, a mother is born to nurture, care for her young. She should never be separated from her offspring, nor suffer torture at the hands of another. We should be as brothers and sisters to all. Never tools in a trade, made only for suffering.

To treat all others with respect is the only way to be, not neglect our care of any other earthling, but to touch hearts, bring love. For we are many; much more than simply meat. The very soul of our being resides in seeing this truth.

Are we to be as stone? To sit alone and count what we are worth? Amount to dust as we crumble, humbled into earth? Selfish need, will never feed us all; that is a fools path; to fly with one wing will only end in circles of suffering.

Only together can our lonely, self centered fate be reversed. To transverse to better times, we must fly together, or we will never fly at all. Mother Earth herself owns the sky, the sea, the land. The soil alone, will own our bones at the settling of the sand.

If the moon were a balloon, we'd hold on tight, never let go, we'd grow in size and stature just to hold her weight, not lose her from our sight. Here on earth we are all attached; the living to the dead; all connected upon the thread.

Many cut the cord with knife or saw and the core of the earth will not forgive. We will not live unless we bless each footstep at her shore, caress, embrace the land, the sea. For If the thread is cut forever, humanity will not return, or be; all shall simply fall.

Greed; a poisoned seed that grows, taken even from the soil, not to make a better world for all. Human tools; who cut away like fools, lay the land to dust. The lust to steal the very value of the earth, create a world, not worth its being. Seeing only wealth as the way ahead.

Even in life, the true dead walk the land; never still, they coldly take their fill, draining existence from all they can. The sands of time never run out? No, all we kill and never value will slip through our hands.

The key to a better world is in our hands. Do we hesitate? Stand before this green unopened door? Or remain behind? Confined by ego, hate and greed? Before it is too late, we must seek the path to a better way to be. Succeed in bringing change, helping all in need.

Each of us have our place for good or ill; to give or take our fill. To kill, or not to kill. The abuse, tearing apart of the planet and her inhabitants will only end, when we become Mother Nature's friend.

We live amid extraordinary biodiversity. We can never escape the beauty of nature, nor, it seems can the beauty of nature escape us. So many dreams, taken to extremes, so many hands mould and shape the world, hold the land in a grip that all of us may slip from.

Each earthling fulfills a role and all have every right to be. The goal of life? to exist together in harmony. To simply understand; to reach out a gentle hand to every race, not crush with a fist, but to live in bliss. Embrace and kiss the earth; for she is worth a billion smiles.

If our arms were rooted in the soil, we'd toil the earth to keep them safe. Not pollute, tear with little care. Truth is such, that all we touch does not turn to gold. Sold, bought, the brutal onslaught on the earth is never ending. We must think on this and grow; for this all other creatures know.

The insect community Has no immunity To a well cut lawn Where they cannot spawn A natural garden is always best To welcome in our insect guest When planting seeds For butterflies and bees Sunflowers empower Alyssum and Delphinium Should have dominion Foxglove they love As they descend from

Butterflies fly; like musical notes they dance through the sky, a chorus of color, amid one another. With the sun on each wing, they whistle not sing, give life to the earth; by pollinating. Dwindling in number they bring beauty like art, to enrich Mother Earth, comfort her heart.

Dreams are made for keeping; past souls at one as we are sleeping. Each arm a wing that folds around. In thoughtful silence the lost are found. Memories entwined are still to share. Look for loved ones; they are there. Beyond a time never seen; as death in life becomes a dream.