Humans think they are better

Humans think they are better

Why do we move through the world,

as though it belongs only to us.

Crowns imagined on our heads,

while other eyes watch with quiet knowing.

The dolphin carries stories in sound.

The raven unlocks puzzles with ease.

The elephant keeps memory alive.

The wolf listens to the heartbeat of the pack.

Yet we call ourselves the masters,

rulers of land and sky,

while breaking what we cannot repair,

blind to the wisdom beside us.

Ants raise empires beneath our feet.

Bees draw maps through air and sunlight.

Still we declare ourselves higher,

forgetting the patience of their labor.

Perfection is a myth we tell ourselves,

a fragile mask,

that slips when the mirror clears.

The wild does not need our approval.

Its truths are older, deeper,

lessons written in clawprint and tide,

in wind and in silence.

We are not alone.

We have never been alone.

And it is time we remembered.