How enviable the moon, for it knows when to rise and when to fall.
The flowers exist as only flowers can;
they bloom and fade and begin again as seed nestled in the warmth of the soil.
The water knows how to satisfy.
The trees produce in season;
they shade and grow and keep the lulls of the wind.
Lions hunt, turtles hide, and monkeys climb.
And here I am...the only creation who can exist outside of necessity and function;
to hold the experience of imagination,
yet never knowing when to quit pretending.
For I am the only creation who can think itself to be something that I am not.
How I wish I could exist in this coat of skin,
only to do the things humans were meant to do.
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