the wise old monk ponders the perfection
of the word "unity" being part of
the word "community".
the trees, the sky, the ocean waves,
you galloped along the shore,
i followed after,
in perfect unity.
The wild world waits
for humans to learn to live
with it in unity.
The animals already know
how to live in unity. They are waiting
for us to join them there.
for Susan's prompt at Mid-Week Motif: Unity