Love It or Lose It PSA: Can we love more?

Like a tree
That faces the sun and braces the wind, too
Bending and swaying without snapping in two
Be determined but not unrelenting in whatever you do

Like a flower
That offers its scent voluntarily to all
Ever so delicate yet colorful and standing tall
Be generous, but don't sacrifice yourself

Like the rain
That pours from the sky like a blessing in disguise
To cleanse, nurture virtue, and wash away vice
Be wise in your dealings with the good and the bad

Like the moon
That lights up the night sky with a calming glow
To chase away nightmares and make dreams glow
Be self-contained, but contribute to the greater good

Like the lotus
That rises proudly above the filthy mud
And unfolds to glory a pure, sacred bud
Be aware of your surroundings but untained by them

Like a mountain
That cares not for conquerors of its peak
And rises above the rest without crushing the weak
Be confident, but don't have confidence in all

Like a bird
That sings with abandon
And spreads its wings to explore
Knowing when to glide, to rest, to plummet or to soar
Be mindful of your goals and how to reach them

Like a cloud
That wanders the heavens in all shapes and sizes
To store water and bring shade when the heat rises
Be receptive and flexible to whatever life brings

Like a fish
That knows its rightful place is deep down
To rule evolution soundlessly, without a crown
Be true to your nature, but swim with the current

Like a stone
That some see as precious and some as dirt
Mindnig its own business and knowing its worth
Be who you are, whatever others may say

I've been in the background of so many lock-screens
The number of photos is entirely lost on me.
It's not that I beg to be seen
In fact, a lot of you can't get enough of me.

I wave and wave and witness smiles,
The little ones and the big ones come around once in a while.
But my circles turn and my power yearns to be listened to a bit more deeply.
Because ever day they come to play, yet they still take me for granted.

I give them all the gifts I have under one condition:
Leave enough for me to save and carry on this tradition.
But as I wave, and give, and grant,
They all look past, ignoring my tired rant.

Picture. Post. Feast. Boast
Wave. Wave. Wave.

I warn and watch them try not to sink,
Even attempt to keep them afloat.
But they look at me and all they see
Is my still wave in the background of their post.

In emerald fields where sunlight spills,
A symphony of nature thrills.
Each creature plays a vital part,
A beating heart within the art.

The soaring hawk, a watchful eye,
The rustling leaves, a lullaby.
The buzzing bee, a pollen kiss,
The buzzing bee, a pollen kiss,

From mountain peaks to ocean's spray,
A masterpiece in every way.
But shadows fall, a mournful sound,
For greed and haste, with blindest stride,
Leave scars that nature can't hide.

The silent trees, the empty skies,
A chilling truth before our eyes.
Yet hope remains, a seed to sow,
For love of life can help it grow.

To mend the wounds, the damage done,
Protect the wild, become as one.
For every branch, for every wing,
A song of thanks and joy we sing.

Let empathy, our compass be,
For nature's heart beats strong in thee.
So stand with me, and raise your voice,
For every creature, make a choice.

to be the guardians, kind and true,
For nature's song, for me, for you.

The geese used to fly south for the winter
a honking traffic jam slipstreaming overhead in V-formation
a peloton guided by an inner compass.

Craning my neck skyward,
I listened to the seasonal siren of change.
The gaggle now settles here for the winter.

Seems I'm no longer a flyover,
but a destination, a port.
Snow on the lawn that once shimmered in the sunlight has become a flotilla
of gray feathers adrift on a sea of grass, an avian navy commandeering the yard.
Black and white heads bob, gobbling greenery, except for one's
tall and alert: the captain of the watch.

My small harbor is warm and peaceful,
but for two golden retrievers staring from the window.
The furry sentinels
gently whine, seized by ancestral urges.
The local golf course, inundated
with the cackling interlopers, compensates canines to play
an endless game of tag they cannot win.

I let slip y golden dogs of war, who cry havoc.
The armada takes flight, sailing into the blue.
It is oddly comforting that the pattern will repeat tomorrow and again,
but I know at some point the fleet will opt to dock further north,
abandoing my port to loneliness.

Nature my Love, without you my life would be dull and lifeless.
I need your warm embrace, your uplifting manner, your encouragement to persevere.
I want to see you, feel you, breathe you.
You are my light, my hope, my future, my everything.
Without you - I am nothing.
Because you are me, and I am you.
Now and Forever.

When the blue marble rolls along on its own with no interferences and no obstacles, it stays in motion
majestically peaceful among the yin and the yang within its circular comfort of life.
When the blue marble rolls along on its own with no disturbances and no intrusions, The complexity is
simplistic among the floral and the plain within its spherical paradise of plenty.
When the blue marble rolls along on its own with no interruptions and no irritations, utopia overtakes
When the blue marble rolls along on its own with no interruptions and no irritations, utopia overtakes
chaotic entropy among the terrestrial and the terrain within its round perfection of a home.

A glimpse of sinuous motion caught me, the fox running so quickly she was more of an impression than
an image.
Nose to the ground, bushy tail streaming back, gray fur luxurious in the winter sun.
On its stability, as temperatures fly high.
Let's unite today, in purpose clear,
To repair the damage, to hold Earth dear.
With every step forward, let's persevere,
On this day of triumph, let's make a vow,
To cherish Earth always, to act now.
With each mindful choice, let's endow,
A sustainable legacy, to honor and avow.