Birds they fly as one in the sky
Bees they all work so hard as one
Nature has such respect for all
And look back what have we done

Ants are 75% of all living things
They move higher if rains on the way
We are so insignificant among all
Yet we remain so above ourselves to say

Turning our backs on all positives that be
All things beautiful we should be thankful so
And here we are earths most disructive force
Upon earth above all thats there to know

Earth our only home to at all call our own
Life being the only teacher to learn at all
With closed minds humans how we insist
We are all knowing natures every call

We should be able to see how wrong we are
Nature is not all that impressed getting worse
Our future is up a dry creek in a broken boat
Without a coin left in our as if human purse

We blame climate change and it goes on
Is the human race that very blind
Compred to all other living things on earth
We have placed ourselves so very far behind

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Away long before man ever existed this time
Earth was created for us to live upon
More beautiful then we can ever comprehend
Then man turned up and like the first ever song

He decided he knew better than any such god
And soon with his attitudes still alive today
He disrespected earth the one sent to love him
And he blamed her for all that stood in his way

He still blames her as always for lifes all wrongs
He wrote of it sung of it in every almost male form
And to this very day giving her such ridicule
Forgetting without her he'd not ever have been born

In over three hundred religions bibles by the score
She today has to fight for any respect from man
When all the while he should be aware of this
But still his ignorance matches his greedy demand

Right now today in mans own way his game to play
And the very reason he's alive at all he abuses so
I could not count the ways he's put her down
Since time began so very very long  ago

I repeat if you wanted to explain life in one word
There could never in time be another
Who on earth of any living worth girth to girth
Argue wit me when I whisper MOTHER ..

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And they are all the reasons the planet
Is knowing so much woe
No concideration for others
As through life they go ..

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Weve all met our share of them
They stand out just like a tower
And when they do as they do so well
Has me feel I need a good long shower

I am one born anable to lie
At times I wished I could
I can be your best ever friend
Insist I'm solid as hard wood

Guess I've got no tollerance
For those that lie so ver easy
Its in their eyes truth or lies
Not clean but rather greasy

Believing I'll believe them so
Believe I have the ability to know
Women more honest at any time
They follow their vibes its so

Around a lier I feel so insulted
That they know me so little true
They'd not waste their time on me
If only this they ever really knew

But they aren't telling me a lie
Its them that lie to ones self  it so
Thinking nobodies able to tell
When they lie so easy it'll show

When they lie so easy automaticly
Thinking every ones a living fool
I feel sorry for them not knowing
Humans that'd make a better mule

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copyright  2018

True we are here to learn but as well
Here for a good time not a time long
Life slips away every day in every way
Of this must be some where a song

At times one thinks this is no good
Same thing every single day it seems
Reality getting harder to handle of late
No time to even think of ones dreams

They say lifes made of choices I say
Some's choices are just too much true
How can any live a decent life when
Others choices often .. I'm fine F..You

Then pressures rise and it hits the fan
Not in any nicest way at times its so
When others ignorance all that matters
Some souls lose it and simply lets it show

Those of little consideration for others
We find the apple falls close to the tree
And this adds to already stresses and strife
When pressures rise the victims set all free

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They often ask whats your language
English mate then comes ones the reply
Which one they say comes the question
Is it USA .. U K .. Australian then I sigh

Go to court hand on book do you swear
Would you clarify that question mate
The book written almost a life time ago
Your answer this part of it all how I hate

Australian mate you then say frowning
You might be one of 300 religions true
And next what Country from orignally
Academic out back or Aussie Slang too

Then in Australia you have different ways
Of telling it all in order to explain as well
Could be what you really think feel a yarn
Seriously or joking that bit really rings a bell

Aussies at times not lying can be fair dinkum
Honest as or just telling as they say a yarn
Depending on the conversation thats at hand
How can I put this truth from church or barn

One can't go on the printed word on computers
Need to be looking at the explaing ones face
Then comes the question how far up the road
Might be a few miles might be 500 to that place

I had real long hair and on computere one day
They were asking just how long is your hair
I said ***** Nelson said I had longer than he
To answer the question that was for me there

Someone wrote Dad and I are laughing madly
Might have been ***** I have'nt got a clue
Of course he never said that to me at all mate
They were laughing at me and me at them too

In Australia conversatons at times can be truth
Or just how can I put this or a yarn it might be
Expessions not a part of computer conversations
Or Australian form of how can I put this poetry

I often wonder how a Muslim feels in a court
Hand on book do you swear to tell the truth
Sitting up the back of the court I smile some
What a stupid question as I whisper .. Struth

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

There was a smallest ever wee Irish soul
She lived within a largest oldest tree
Outside she grew a bed of Foregetmenots
She had a smile that brought such glee

When she toddled off to the market
She always carried a basket made of grass
And upon her ears hung jingle jangles
That she had made from bits of glass

Those that knew her  called her Wee Wander
As she'd wander often here and there
Gathering wild flower seeds to sow in garden
And soon it all looked so beyond compare

With chocolate vine on her tree thus to climb
And little violates planted in shells of birds
When she spoke it sounded just like mucic
Her very voice danced rather than of words

Most of her clothes were colores of  green
As Irish as Irish as Irish it can ever be
All the birds and butterflies knew her well
Little Wee Wander lived within a largest tree

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