Posted in Nature Poetry, Wildlife Photography

What Must Birds Think of Us?

What must birds think of us?
Rushing from one place to the next,
Always in a hurry,
Never once basking in the sun.

What must birds think of us?
So careless,
Yet so precise,
Hardly considered what other creatures need.

What must birds think of us?
Some feeding them,
Some loving them,
But all never genuinely understanding them.

What must birds think of us?
When we destroy their forest homes,
Only to build houses,
And plant new trees.

What must birds think of us?
How wonderful,
How dangerous,
How odd must we seem?

Posted in Nature Photography, Nature Poetry

Is Our Life so Different From a Blossom?

Is our life so different from a blossom?
We wait in the winter of our lives for a moment,
A brief stretch of time,
That we like the blossom may bloom.

And when we do, it is beautiful,
Bright and enchanting,
Dancing in the summer breeze.

But like the blossom, life is fleeting,
And someday we will wither and be carried off,
Like blossoms in the wind.

So I ask,
Is our life so different from a blossom?
Or do we both play a fleeting part,
In the exquisite drama of life.