Just Live

Can I not live? Just live. Just live and breathe And appreciate, not my life, but life. Walk beneath the stormy skies and see the clouds And smile at the moon. She always appreciates She reassures me that the Sun is still there And His rays touch her and they will touch me They make me. Can I not live? See the beauty in the growing grasses Aware of life, but not my own. Aware that I am just a visitor, a speck That rides the chords of time and loves. To touch the hands of such a Father And to nestle in the breasts of Mother Earth I must respect and be alert for what She says I only suckle when she demands, and it Is in respect. Complete respect that I genuinely keep Can I not live? Just live and walk on the sands. Touch the surface of a rolling world that roars And foams at my feet. Those massive beasts, Part of a world I cannot explore and should not Because, I respect. My Mother Earth cries For me and for them. Can I not just live? Who should I listen to? My Mother or The Man of law that defecates her soul? Must I be confined to a cement block? And littered with shoving expectations that suffocate I cannot live. I cannot just live.