Deviation.

Birds whistle,
but who and what are they whistling for?
The grass continues to grow,
so why do we mow?
An insect crawling on my forearm,
does it just want to say hello?
The subtle green forest I ponder over,
is that sopposed to be my true home?
Why must we persist to follow the leader?
Is that natures way of being cruel?
A dog, a cat, mans best friend?
We all know this is pretend.
Give money to the poor and pat the head of an orphan,
is what a Muslim once said.
But if the wind whispers a message of hope,
i would say it's not yet said.

By Chris Holmberg

Reviews

[Emily B]

there is always a message of hope, though it isn't always whispered in the words you would think . . .

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the wisdom in the poem. Last three lines are told the story .
Coyote