What they don't know
Won't hurt them
Not here to desert them
Or try to convert them
Effects that I happen to have
Inadvertent
But certain am I
What these people teach me
Born from not but the dirt
To grow into a tree
In their dormancy sleeps
A compassion for life
But their lot in it sharpened
It into a knife
And a spear tip to stave off
The predators lurking
I'm simply an herbivore
Shepherd observing