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A wise goose was once wandering around the lake
As it saw two little ducks wading to and fro
The goose sought a conversation to give or take
And the ducks seemed like a good time to show

What wisdom the pure white goose could exhale from his beak
The ducks stared in awe hearing the sayings and prose
The goose towered them both, making the trees feel meek
"Thus all science continues to point, the earth doth grow"

Without a second thought, the method brought forth,
Was digested by older duck who swam in zeal
His curious sister though, thought twice, and in short
Was confused with why the goose falsified the Real

"Mr. Goose, with your wisdom and your words, i feel a bitter loss.."
Stuttered the duckling, trembling and scared,
"Your words are a shovel to the dirt of my heart, why such a cost?
Now, understand this, i mean you well, good sir, but are you from the human fair?"

Confused, and astounded, the goose felt a fire of righteousness within
"Little duck, have you no longing of wisdom in your feathers?
Is your beak filled with jelly, slippery moss, your wing a fin?
Don't be stupid like the fish in the lake, instead arise and be better!"

Humbly, and graciously still, the duck had a Truth to tell
"Sir, i must decline what you have to offer
Though your wisdom is much, it leaves your heart a hard shell
Why not break it away and become as small as a grasshopper?"

"A grasshopper?!" cried the goose "Duckling, dear, are you mad?
Such loathsome creatures who bother me when i rest?
Who do nothing but jump around, more stupid than a cat!
Dear, i must wisely say, stand high with pride! Pucker up your chest!"

The duck quacked, "Sir! My friends are not loathsome, and no mere bother!
They wake you from your rest to play and be in wonder
And they hop because they love their Mother,
Why dilly-dad all day, when we can hop in awe in a loving shudder?"

"Oh dear duck, you have gone quite mad, you see, i worship only i
Only i: the wise
The prophet of rationality, creeds, and philosophies
And whom do you worship, some crude silly effigy?"

Taken aback, hurt by the call, the duck began to cry "Mr. Goose!
How could you talk of Her that way? My love, my Mother
My heart has been torn, with talks of such wisdom Beauty once loose,
Now caged, and hungry, longing for a Lover
Call me stupid and foolish, and call me silly
But, i love my Lover Who holds Grace
A thousand times more is Her love to me!
Mr. Goose, while you deter my love, and run tears down my face
May a Goose answer this small question from a duckling?
Are you in love with something?
For is not love such a power we cannot hold?
Such a power, that only stories are told?
For if there is neither Love nor Care,
We are just some project in a human science fair.
But Mr. Goose, if Love is real then so is She
Because what is Love, other than another impossibility?"

Soul of the Earth...(has much to be done)

As his feathers were ruffled
the peacock's tail stood up tall
with so many bright, entrancing colors
more than the coat known by all
(the coat that was Joseph's rise and fall)
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He walked lost among the trees
the sparrows, they all, shook in size
the tail tried to climb higher more-so
than the leaves in sight
Floating in spot,
in place by the twigs
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the peacock scuffed a jeer
reminding the rest how he's here
and all Nature stood aside, curious as ever
contemplating of the peacock's
wonderful, colorful feathers

a Guardian sparrow, content with joy,
that a new guest arrived
chirped up in a gentle ploy
"hello friend!
welcome to our beautiful home
no king resides here,
but we're not yet alone
because our Soul is somewhere up there,
It offers us guidance, food, and care
and we offer the same to you.
you look as if you're lost,
come now i'll show you the way,
i even won't fly,
and for you, i'll sing my song of the day"

the peacock, cleared his throat,
annoyed by the helpfulness
of this lowly sparrow,
replied, "can't you not see
i'm here on my own
i've intended this journey
i know the way home
to my marbled floors, my pretty silver wiring,
to my kings and courts
where i reside, and in short,
don't call me friend,
don't call me brother"

Guardian sparrow felt a great hurt inside
flew away quickly, so he could hide the tears in his eyes
and a nearby worthy-wise willow felt the movement and call
to leaf up and ask, "why make one's feathers so tall?"

the peacock angrily replied, "for i am more worthy than you,
my beak is of an angel, any celestial science could prove,
my squawks more fierce than an earthquake rumble
my eyes can stare a mountain down to pebble and rubble
and my claws can attack a number of predators
so, how dare you question my being, better yet my feathers!
i should just kick off this dirt,
get out of this lowly, woodland, desert
but i may as well stay around,
and bask in this wonderful self-inflicted pleasure!"
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the worthy-wise-willow, down to her roots,
felt a shaking shivering pause
which disallowed any thoughts to engage
against the peacock's self-cause.
the peacock alien smirked a smile
which made the river squirm
the fish jumped out confused with the obscene change
the Guardian sparrow, though, refused to learn
of this peacock's stance,
"no the Soul is greater and better than all",
he whispered to himself,
and muttered a prayer
for the peacock's health
as he flew back,
into the peacock's sight
the Guardian felt deep inside,
of Love not fright.
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the Peacock stood up tall and proud
he laughed a hearty jest
that secretly he was too scared to tell out loud
for no matter how hard he screamed or yelled
for some reason, this peacock was as nervous as hell is
to the false prophet who basks in riches and doubts
the peacock tried to hide this with every colorful sound
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the willow came back from her daze
the leafs stood up tall,
no! not one did fall!
ever so slowly the wind made itself known
empowering the willow to defend her friends who expired
though she had no eyes in place,
the peacock felt the gaze.
more creatures came 'round,
interested in the commotion
but to the surprise their heads were all down
giving respect to deaths of woods-town
the willow spoke with no mouth
and this was the sound:

"you come here, where we all reside
we offer friendliness and care, instead you decide
to disgrace us, our woods, and our being!
i asked you a question and you unleash blades upon me.
you can have your courts, your oppression, your thrones
but here, we all live in common, and we are never alone
don't call this anarchy, or any worthless philosophies you have
it's called serving our Soul, would you ever understand?
what, with your worldly wisdom? your precious crowns?
have you forgotten about Nature? have you forgotten about the sound
with no noise from inside? whispering Love?
or do you block out all gifts from above?

well, i'll tell you about all these unworthy willows!
these trees you deem, to be your lawfully wedded foes!
my mother was a wooden angel, sent down from up high
she grew so many branches, to give rest to those who fly.
and when a lone stranger was lost here,
cold by his fear,
she dropped dried up branches and skin next to him
though she knew that it could cause her to go thin
but she told me, 'dear, don't ever let yourself be tame!
in all actions we must continue the all-powerful flame
of obedience and love in all different ways
from assisting the birds, to offering all creatures shade
for we have but one Soul, so don't go trying to make another
because what's the point, if we try to battle the water?
so dear be swept away by this current of love
oh, never forget to keep the fire burning when it comes to push and shove.'"
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the Peacock stood perplexed, unamused
his mind, a canvas, now stripped of it's perfume
he longed for his king's courts
this willowy Willow took him by surprise
he stood; shaking and shivering in all
as the woodland creatures all dropped tears from their eyes
"Do you know why she died?"
asked the Guardian Sparrow
expecting no reply, he continued on:

"Your kings and your queens,
they beckoned for a war,
i guess they needed more,
more than before.
So men with big tools, came in, all-by-all
scared us half to death!
But Mother Willow, she stood kind and tall,
growing herself higher than any eye could see
so they need only to chop her down, not two, nor three.
She sacrificed her body for the sake of others
to be carved into warships and arrows,
for the sake of "royal" plunder,
it was the ironic end, to our lovely Mother."