Who's the Boss
We do think in fits of air, We are noble souls.
We do live a lavish share, with vivid goals.
We do care for penny smart, its our globe,
We do need a massive wall, tall be its lobe.
Those tiny chirps can you hear, tress know it all,
They too have a life o dear, they too have a call.
They do seek a tiny nest, lay their little fruits,
With no greed, you do hear, a choir of jovial hoots.
The eggs in blinks of hours do fly and win the giant blue,
We too can learn how selfless dreams, can be painted true.
How nature cares for those who live and love its ways of life,
Those who trust the deals of green, ignorant of the strife.
These we call, are low in brains, we have super cells,
Selfless needs will kick off greeds into the deepest wells.
We do live a life too fake, kingship so in air,
Free the soul to live it whole, nothing is our share.
We are guests in this globe, live and laugh for days,
No use in fits of fighting arms, of finding credulous ways.
Its a world for all those souls, that breath a daily air,
Live in love for each an hour, amidst smile and care.
