I've found true love within our nature now;
For only when one sees how small he is,
How insignificant to the big man;
Can one feel empathy for trees or fish.
To the flower a tree is strong; sturdy;
Through the current, a fish is powerful;
Yet man destroys both with ease; remorseless.
And thus man then also destroys himself;
Raping and pillaging his own life source;
Encasing his survival behind glass.
And so too, do the huge corporations;
Suffocating that which keeps them afloat;
Enslaving the very souls of our youth;
Bastardizing natural compassion
And degrading our very innocence.
In a world of who has the bigger stick,
I'm just the trout at the end of the pole.