Yesterday I saw a Puma with two cubs
And over my head flew a bright white dove
The cubs cried out with a beautiful shout
And I was reminded of God’s Love
The breeze passed over the trees
The swaying of the leaves
The rain kissed everything gently
And then was gone
The sun set silently, without a show
Desolation then, took over the busy road
The old men wither, to make room for new ones to grow
The stars ✨ slowly reappear, like many years ago
A species too big and strong, yet still compelled by its own Biology
To thin itself, unto proportions that are complementary
To the ecosystem, which from it’s molecules were born
The sun rises before the storm, the snow falls before the dusk
The soil smells like a human has never walked there
All we see, an illusion, a complex deception
From dimensions nobody can see or understand
Controlled by a hand that may not even exist
The species submits to pleasurable mindlessness
Most never thinking about what might be 🧠