It’s a bloom of light
and colors,
smells and odors,
awe and wonder.
It’s a rhythm of bright
lush leaves, searching the sun;
and murky, moist creatures
away from the light,
in the mud.
We cannot enjoy the light
if we don’t live, at least in part
in the shadows.
In the night.
Colorful, lovely birds,
depend on seeds, on bugs,
see how important are for them!
ignoring a part of a whole is completely absurd.
Don’t play God,
don’t save a thing because is cute,
and condemn ugly things
because you don’t understand them,
Enjoy the light
the colors,
but also the murk and the night,
Death is not the end,
if you don’t think only in yourself.
As you are just a part of the cycle of life.



