Companions

Just lately politicians noses have got stuck on playing God, as they debate a law for all of us that I consider odd. What business is it of ours, to choose and vote who marries who - it’s up to couples who they choose; not politicians, me or you. We all need a companion so it’s up to them to choose; so why involve the rest of us, with our interfering views. The whole damn thing keeps irking me, so I went bush for a stroll out among the wilderness that Mother Nature does control. And while in this seclusion, I sat down to have a spell; there was this calm and beauty, and its a place where I could tell, among the native flora, there is no domineering done. Nature lives in peace and harmony; companions as one. To me it seemed so simple, but of course, nature never is. Each living thing has reason, so its a complex hard to quiz, so the world that lives around me is the way it’s meant to be, and will live on forever, unless wiped out by you and me. Not often there’s a standout, among the multi-rainbow bloom. Companions fertilize each flower, that I will assume, is to gorge upon sweet nectar while the pollen’s moved around; eventually the fertile seeds will be spread upon the ground. This becomes a natural bank, if in time there is a need, when the raging bush-fires blacken all, but generate the seed, then companionship and harmony will in time return, for Mother Nature won’t bear vacuums - something that I should learn. So while politics empowers us, and the dollar rules as God, There’s no profit in harmony; in this current world that’s odd. There’s no room for companions, that survived for many years, without a straight line or bricks and mortar - and future fears.