Oh, brother beast, who gleans from Mother Earth
the nourishment and shelter of her land,
how is it, noble creature, from your birth
you glory in your life and understand?
Your breath upon the air becomes my own.
We feel the breeze and share the warming sun.
The mountain and the rain have always known;
the moon, and sea, and stars declare us one.
But brother beast, if I neglect to care
and disregard our complex harmony,
what shall I do when you're no longer there?
If left alone, what then becomes of me?
Shall words from ancient sages echo true?
"What happens to the beasts befalls you, too."
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Author Notes
"What is man without the beasts? If all the beasts were gone, men would die from a great loneliness of the spirit. For whatever happens to the beasts soon happens to man." --Chief Seattle, 1854
Thank you to Glass i for the loan of the artwork, "Hazyview"
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