My Words

My words are one, and mine alone, there nor right or wrong, just are mine to own, Nobody can take them away, only I can have word on what I say or feel. I know what I have to say about life, kids, nature, our environment, whether or not climate change is real... My words are mine and mine alone, have Yuri our ever known an insect the size of rock, who was just hatched, learning how to fly, waiting for the weather to be just right, then opens up its wings that are orange and black, lifts off from its milkweed leaf, and takes to the wide open sky, with only it's internal instinct to guide him to the one special spot where he can maybe take a rest? My words are mine and mine alone, the majestic monarch butterfly, flies alone to its special spot in Mexico where finally he can bed down on its own oatmeal fir tree, where tens of thousands of its closest friends, join together in clusters, to sleep for months, only to take flight once more back to its home in Canada, which where it will die... My words are mine and mine alone, but I do know this much, the monarch butterfly can only survive, if we all do our part to plant milkweed, in our yards, so they will continue their journey, in life, and touch everyone who takes the time to see their beauty, if you want to take the time to slow down and take a deep breath, is up to you.... Do your part today and speak up about climate change, the monarch butterflies are waiting...