Wood

A poem about nature and existentialism

Why do squirrels climb the trees
Do birds like to shoot the breeze

Does the rain choose where to drop
How does wind know when to stop

Where do butterflies get their knowing
Of directions where they’re going

Are snakes afraid to shed their skin
Uncertain of what lies within

Who taught flowers how to grow
Do the cry when people mow

Will hibernators stay in bed
To cope with existential dread

Do foxes deal with depression
Over possible recession

Can owls relate to feeling bad
For not wanting to be a dad

Is what mice feel when they scurry
Life dwindling in such a hurry

Thoughts runs wild. Brains no good.
But is it better in the wood?




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