The stems pile all over the ground
from the plants that have been torn from the earth
as people steal everything those stems have spent years feeding the plant.
That branch lost its flowers.
A tactile submission to the ways of the human race
but that plant fights
though it's nothing but a stem on the earth with a bunch of other stems.
All the elements destroyed by people
unable to live a life
of enjoying the simple things
like honey on a spoon dripping into tea,
a moment in life,
the emotion of only that.
Apr 29, 2021
Apr 29, 2021 at 2:46 PM UTC
The stems pile all over the ground
from the plants that have been torn from the earth
as people steal everything those stems have spent years feeding the plant.
That branch lost its flowers.
A tactile submission to the ways of the human race
but that plant fights
though it's nothing but a stem on the earth with a bunch of other stems.
All the elements destroyed by people
unable to live a life
of enjoying the simple things
like honey on a spoon dripping into tea,
a moment in life,
the emotion of only that.
I don’t eat honey anymore because of what they do to the queen bee when making honey.
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