The Top of the Food Chain

 

 

I don’t want to think about this world anymore,

everyone lets someone down,

each is a threat to the other,

tainted with fear and uncertainty, no word is true,

no action is pure, no deed is done out of love.

 

I look out over the ocean and wish I were a dolphin,

no thing can corrupt its mind,

no body can lock it down,

freedom just is because restrictions do not exist,

do not cloud the mind, do not follow anything but joy.

 

I watch the wind arc the branches of tall, tall trees,

grown strong through gales,

roots deep to anchor itself,

giving shade to worthy and unworthy alike,

providing shelter to critters and creatures, unendingly,

 

yet we call ourselves the top of the food chain????