I Don'T Like Greedy People :) Poem by Leslie Alexis

If a blade of grass
Asked for the air they breathe
To mix with water
To make food that they might eat,
They would stop breathing,
And keep the air
Until they choke.

And perchance such greed
Caused them to die,
And in the afterlife
earth asked that the body be added to her's,
Their spirit would take the bones,
And on seeing that this can't be done
It'll lock the body in a jar,
That none,
Would have any part of them.

Upon seeing this
My only wish
Is that grass could speak;
That they keep their own,
For without them
The earth would barely weep
And love would become the way.

Copyright 2010 Leslie Alexis