i talk with the trees
i talk to the breeze
i talk to the ocean
cause these humans just don't get me.But why don't they get me?
I am at the core of their existence.
It's such a pity.We used to connect
we used to be so close
we used to be each other
now no one knows.Set apart from other beings
we ruled with pride
but "pride" is no longer just a feeling of satisfaction humans feel.
"Pride" is who they've become.
But Why?
What are humans SO proud of??!
It's such a pity.So i talk to the trees
i talk to the breeze
i talk to the ocean
cause these humans just don't get me.now.. You may be wondering who i am
But who are they??
I used to be the CORE of their existence!
Don't you recognize me?
oh, It's such a pity
i am HUMANITYBut i'll continue to talk with the trees
i'll talk to the breeze
i'll talk to the ocean
cause these humans no longer get me.-It's a Jungle out there
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HuMAns?
PoetryWe have separated ourselves from our core, we are no longer attached to what made us us. Therefore I ask; what are we? HuMAns? - It's a Jungle out there