Grasses Sing No Song

People Over Politics, Survival Over Surrender, World Over Wealth!

Time Bomb ~ Philip Brent Harris


All the silent trees watch us
when we enter their domain.
To them we are bur mayflies
briefly here and swiftly gone.
They have had eons to ponder,
we may end with buzzing saw.
A chain of wisdom then broken
as they watch one another fall.
They tell us of love and nurture
though we are too deaf to hear.
We rapidly vanished, no more
Turn their being to weak ways
to record our zipping thoughts.
Hope after many generations
we do comprehend the horror
we have wrought in ignorance.
Because trees, to us are silent.
And the grasses sing no song.
We are a pestilence, mutating
saying we are all that belong.
The trees have millennia, ages
To decide what must be done.
Will use whatever it chooses
till a day humans say so long.


Peace is Purpose, Nonviolence is Strength,

Diversity is Unity, Empathy is Empowerment 

Unite the World!


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