Stone Trees

My perch rivals that of an
Eagles, but my view is much less pleasant.
Stone trees and metal vines for
Miles around.
My people as ants far
Beneath my seat.
The gumdrop of a sun
Near my head.
The wind blows toward me
And I taste the cars exhaust.
Beneath my feet lays the
City.
My Urban Forest.

Talk to the Animals

I find that is it such a pity that we cannot talk to the animals,

though if we could I wonder what they'd say.

Would they mention how silly we all look,

running from place to place?

Would they comment on our clothing,

and wonder at its purpose?

Would they imform us of our bad habits?

(for we know they know them all)

Would they yell and scold,

for stealing all their land?

I wonder how our lives would change,

if we could stroll with the lions,

and lie with the lambs.

I wonder would we care a little more?

Would we walk a little slower?

Would we talk a little softer?

I wonder what would happen if we could talk to the animals....