Do you hear the waters crush?
Can you even see the air’s rush?
Have you smelled the lands lush?
Did you felt the fire’s hush?
Are the ones you know,
the only ones that show?
Are the only things that live,
the only ones we perceive?
We may felt it at times,
or even look for it on grimes.
Does having it gives us peace?
do we enjoy the lives we lease?
Thinking about how we exist,
crawling and searching in a mist!
We’ll all die if respect is nil,
don’t forget it’s us who kill.
A life that’s lived is not just a thought,
if it’s what we desire and fight to sought.