I never saw a moor,
I never saw the sea;
Yet know I how the heather looks,
And what a wave must be.
I never spoke with God,
Nor visited in heaven;
Yet certain am I of the spot
As if the chart were given.
-Emily Dickenson-
_ 124 followers / 3.9k words
We honor plants We honor trees We honor birds We honor bees We honor all creatures Of the seas And all contained in nature's breeze. When human life Through self And greed Is not honored It is diseased, For life is not a choice.