With a heavy heart and tearful eye I make my way through life.
I feel for the chopped down tree; I feel for it as if it were my own
skin being sliced open by the sharp blade of an ax.
I feel for the hunted animal; I feel for them as if it were my own
brothers and sisters being gunned down.
I feel for the weakened soil; I feel for it as if it were my own
nutrients being unceremoniously taken from my body.
I feel for the bird and fish; I feel for them and know their pain
for it is our air and water that is being polluted.
Some call it silly, some call it weak, others call it a Buddhist trait.
I call it an understanding of the interconnected world.
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