Anew

You think too much

the hind said;

In absolutes, and distant things

you linger on illusions

that creep as vines

to sway the being

but you seek us in your sorrows

to be reminded

of the breath that brought you here

then cling instead

to towers

so you might not

drown in your own fears

but a human is not

above the laws of all the earthly things

your dreads of vengeance

and resentments

born of burden

from loving what life brings

as the forest burns

anew

to strip away and say goodbye

we see your excess and

ambition

and the flicker in your eyes

we wonder at the range

in which a person learns, and grows

to mimic nature

as creator

and destroyer

then to grieve its ebb and flow

some of us may laugh

or shy away

but most of us see humans

as a hope for better things;

to walk upon a crop of the sweetest greens

to taste a mouthful

of golden honey or the fattiest seeds

It's not for our kind

to know

your laws of cutting up the earth

we give unto the cycle

and from it, it gives rebirth

I am but a hind,

We animals,

are but living beings;

To designate us with capacity

for such things we never knew:

resentments, greed, and hatred,

No

those are all for you