It humbles me every Spring
when I come home after a winter absence
and find the flowers still blooming,
world still turning, life goes on.
I am swept away by the absolute beauty
of this world we take so for granted.
Why do we waste time on tears,
when we can snuggle up to Mother Earth and know
Why do we waste arms in Kosovo?
Can't we give them the same measure in aid &
Why do we imagine ourselves right up there with
Earth's Creator and think we can know
what's best for everyone on earth? Why