Do you accept others, for who they are,
Along with things they do, you ever think,
How would you be, walking in their shoes.
Have you ever disrespected, anyone, owing,
Them an apology, in some way, any old friends,
You would like to contact, what’s stopping you, today.
Do you pressure, yourself, and others, why,
Are you happy with your relationship, with God,
Are you spiritually connected, or need to try.
Do you hold in anger, you should release from your heart,
If you could begin this life over, how would you start.
If you had an extra hour every day, how would you,
Spend the time, are your priorities in order, what are,
You neglecting, inside your mind.
Do you think, why did God, give you this life, are you,
Working, to get near, are you healthy, and active,
Do you love who you are, so dear.
Who do you look up to, as a hero, why,
Are you considered a hero, to others,
Do you help, or even try.
Do you waste a lot of your time, worrying,
About things, you cannot change, control,
Or understand, what, is the best part of you,
No one ever talks about, or seems to notice,
How do you share it, what, is your plan.

Give it a thought?
This is our only turn, in this life,
We cannot renew, our reservations’,
Live, Learn, Leave, good memories…

THE END

The Original: Tom Maxwell© 11/08/2021AD 1:00am

" Drawn was I to the woods,
   As the breeze blew out thee.
   Into the woods, I see
   A spirit that yearns for glee. "

" So did the woods whisper once,
  It's misery, pain and hindrance.
  As it beats it's heart to brew life.
  It sheds no blood to the man's knife. "

" I once crossed the brambles that lay,
  Into the woods as I walk my way.
The lush green meadow, the tall woodlands,
The sweet music, the melancholic aura of grand. "

" How can one be so cruel?
  To infuse such pain, to slice the knife!
  A thousand heartbeats of woodlands deprived,
  Yet not even one to thrive and survive."

" The world's most dangerous animal needs,
  Timber, furniture, houses, wants and plain sheets.
  They say that 'Necessity is the mother of Invention',
  But sadly, greed overcomes human intention. "

" Drawn was I to the woods,
  To the aura, breeze, and serenity.
  But the brambles, the woodlands and the lush green life,
  Slashed, sliced, burnt, and none survived."

" Yet the green lush spirit of the woods
   Still whisper to me.
  It longs for growth and to beat once more,
  The life and light it brewed once galore. "

" I try to introspect and reminisce,
  The thoughts, reasons and visuals.
  Man can be more humane,
  Spare the spirit, the woods and the montane. "