Nature is Queer
Emily VanDerEeems
Hear the loon cry,
Mourning doves sing
Trees sway with the breeze
Sun shines through the leaves
Mother nature is yearning,
she cries
she pines
She longs for a time when we noticed the signs
Of hate and regret
Judgement and folly
Where people see love
Label it awfully
How can we get back to accepting pure love
Where people are people
And souls bind like buds
Cascading rivers from peaks
to small streams
How can you not expect me to love all things?
