Nature and Us

A poem for light contemplation on how we use our world and how we try to see it.
The Sun does not set,
Nor does it rise.
The wind is not a breath,
or sigh.
The Earth is not a mother,
The Sky is not a father.
So why do we call them thus,
Why do we bother?
To feel more connected to our world,
To feel related?
If that is true than why do we destroy it?
Do we truly hate it?

By Jameia Darkette
Published: 5/28/2008 		Your Contributions: Tell us a Poem! You don't have to be a Buzzle.com author to contribute to Poetry Bee. Submit a poem of your own right now!
Read Comments (3) 
Where do you think our world is going?
It's turning into a landfill; we are killing our planet, its creatures and each other
It isn't going anywhere at least not while we are alive
Our world is becoming more savage as we supposedly become more 'advanced'
Our world is going through a valley but it will bounce back soon enough
How should I know the politicians are the ones incharge now
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