Humans

We always spend our time looking down.

Narure being what it is, and the humans...

Well, they roam amiss.

There's a current in nature.

That the humans don't get.

Everything spins, glides, flows.

The humans don't flow. 

They stomp their feet making a mess.

They sit idly by, creating their own dysfunction.

No reason.

No cause.

"The animals don't know how to live. 

They are just animals.

They have no conscience," say the humans.

But what if

Our sconscience was the very thing keeping us 

From tasting the sea 

Like the seal

Or feeling the wind 

Like the gull?