Tired from Day's Battles,
My Weary Skin Furrowing
From Frustration, I Go Out
To See If My Babies are Alive
In All This War. Can Hardly Bear
To Look anymore, because of
the pain.  I do not see to plant a tree
Or Water the Little Grass
Or Be Alone and fine with that
Or to live like a monk
Praying always to abstract Gods
That We Call This Force "God"
I must be talking to the sun
But God is with every tiniest creature
I am not homeless right now
Because It Is
Not Yet
My Time
To End
And Become a part of it all.
Although humans think so much
of themselves, I Yet Beg Their Pardons
And I Pray For Them Because
They cannot see the world going on
naturally, or the plants growing and dying
or my own growth, maturity, and slow aging
that results from my birth, and my heart
has always led me to the plants, they are
the noblest and purest and wisest and best
species on our planet.  They are conscious
They live off of decompsing matter, they do not
eat one another like animals do, they get eaten-- and
and they don't even Move!  To Sit In One Place
To Sit In One Place, Make A Stand, and live
 and grow and die, is all i expect of my life, too.
If you want to know which species i would preserve,
it would be the plants.  Animals eat one another.
In Jesus' Name,
AMEN.