How loving, accepting, and forgiving Nature is;
How patient IT is;
How welcoming;
For us to trample over you without any sense of direction;
To spit onto you, fostering no sense of respect;
We litter your beauty rather than our abodes;
Yet you love, yet you accept, yet you understand;
You recognize that we are blind to that which we do not see at times and you are patient with us;
Not only do you recognize us as your children, you also recognize that we are you, both individually and collectively;
When will the moment come where I understand myself the way you understand yourself;
When will I open both my eyes and heart as you do;
I wonder