Earth's Compete Poem by Scott J. Shepard

When we live in harmony together,
make beautiful music together,
the made magic that are birds of a feather.

Would that force of nature
that binds us,
like the cliff of the mountain
the branches of trees
the terrain of a meadow
the misty waters of a rivers bend
so thus, in the art of all our unity there is strength within.

Though if we were to compete
as if this force of nature were a prize possession;
till the cliff collapsed,
the peace branch broke,
the meadow dried away,
and the rivers gone to air,
would all our strength and awkwardness
not become the brute force of our own demise?

Then what force of nature would derive our strength?
When do we decide its enough to stand as one?
When does nature stand together?