Jeremy

= I Am =

I am
the shadow, as quiet as a cat, a watcher, the witness of events,

a fish, the water bug floating on the surface, the last one out of the pool, a seal,

a flame, the summer sun, the heat of a furnace, a warm bead in the winter.

=** Deserts **=

The sand beneath your feet, is radiating with heat. It burns as hot as the sun.

There are no flowers, trees, or bees. A few cactus, lizards, and birds are all you'll see, in these barren waste lands I define.

You may see a nomad or two, but its unlikely if you go thorough. For these lands have trouble holding life in their sands.

= The Cactus's Answer =

I sat and looked at the cactus sitting in front of me. I wondered how it must feel and what it wanted me to see, for it pointed some where past the blue sky. so I looked as far as I could see into the blue sea. But to my despair there was nothing there. Why do you want me to look in the sky, and how high? For along time I sat and waited there, before it answered my question of the sky.

// Now that it is dark I will your question. // // It is probably something you teacher has mentioned. // // I point to the stars in our dotted night sky. // // You mind must travel oh so high to answer the question why. // // It mus travel through time and space, // // to a future place. // // There will be more questions you will face, // // but I will always be pointing into space. //

= Stars = White dots in the sky, all so very high. Twinkling jewels in the great dark span of night, when the animals of the day no longer fight. The awakened owls take flight, to hunt for food in the cool starlit night.

The morning star rises in the east, and the humans are pleased. Another day the star lights the sky, and another day many will die. For the war in the east goes on, longer than anyone's planned on. Who knows how long it will the war will last? But the stars will never pass.

= My voice =

My voice? If the world could hear my voice, would it listen? Would the dew on the trees glisten, if it listened? If the world listened, I would make sure it heard my voice.

I would tell the people that I think they could save the trees, that sway in the gentle breeze. I'd tell them how I think it should be done, but if my opinion hasn't won, how will it be done?

How would they do it? If they put their minds to it, I'm sure they would come up with something. But if what I said wasn't true, and nothing came through, would they do nothing?

= thousands of Snakes = (red-sided garter snake Narcisse snake dens/ Canada  by David Lukas  National Wildlife magazine  printed June/ July 2010)

Snake dens, awakening from hibernation, red-sided garters emerge, wriggling masses, hidden from Canada's frosty winter,

females emerge one by one, mating balls,

unknown a few decades ago, now a popular event, 25,000 to 30,000 a den, largest congergation of snakes in the world, Manitoba Department of conservation protects them.

= ﻿Grass = A green blanket across the land; it doesnt thrive in sand. A soft landing pad for a jump out of a tree, even if it stains your knee.

A living plant ful of life, even if you stab it with a knife. It may fade in the burning sun, but it's time hasen't come; you can still have fun.

It lasts through the tough cold and the hottest days, even in the sun's rays. Surviving the eliments is what it does best, even if it makes a nice bird's nest.

= ﻿Raven = Considered a symbol of death that people fear; when they see it they think their time is near. Their blood runs cold as they tremble in fright, if they spot it close to when day turns to night.

But there is no reason to fear, these birds that make death feel near. Why blame a bird for a mans superstition, why do they use this misconseption?