O'er the morning sun
Misty leaves blow
I see the little ones
And love them as my own
But what of the hills
Do they too belong to me?
And of herbs, rosemary and dill
Are they mine like the sea?
Is the earth mine or for me to care of
Do I simply inhabit or strengthen it
Simply feeding birds and doves
Keeping food on stoves lit
Would that be enough?
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Short poem of some recent thoughts :))