Ironic that humankind hopes to find intelligent, empathetic life on other planets, but as a species we've little regard for the empathetic creatures living on this one. Only by sharing the planet equally with all others, will humanity ever understand the true value of the world.

I own a human he’s my pet He’s worshiped me since first we met My human pet is old and bald But always comes when he is called I’ve got him trained around the house But he simply cannot catch a mouse His cooking skills are pretty poor He serves my food upon the floor He picks me

The insect community Has no immunity To a well cut lawn Where they cannot spawn A natural garden is always best To welcome in our insect guest When planting seeds For butterflies and bees Sunflowers empower Alyssum and Delphinium Should have dominion Foxglove they love

Wherever they tower, The power of the mighty tree Is in their every bower. Trees purify the air Sweep across the land. Trees provide a habitat Keep intact millions Of species that protect Us from disease. Trees cool our concrete city Streets beneath our feet, Protect

The heron on the lake Did not stir and make you wake But by my side I saw you stand And point to him with your hand We talked, I listened, I saw you glance At butterflies flying in a dance And all at once I saw each wing Carry you free from suffering But your smile and love

Dance in the memories Of times of love and loss Toss away the burdens Not be a stone that gathers moss. For time is but a passage A route we each must take, It shapes us in our passions Divides at each mistake. Each day is borne for making Not consuming in a fire, Love is

Remember, We are the memories That we create, It is never too late To find a better path; Be mindful, to care, Share; unite together. From the humdrum; the mundane, Beyond pain and suffering, From tragedy to positivity, Humanity is; Only one defining creation Of this living

We must not let What we possess us, Possess us; Too much of everything, Leaves us with nothing. To merely walk Upon the Earth Is a miracle in itself; A wealth of mystery At our feet. Under every stone, Every tree, History unfolds. The wealth of nature Must not be

At the heart Of all that's wrong In the world; The belief That some lives Have more value Than others. We must try To see eye to eye; Empathy for all Who live; all who die. No matter how much We possess; it matters less. At sunset, the richness Of the Earth Will be our final

Forests; The cathedrals Of the Earth, Nature's work Of art And every branch Paints the sky. A thousand years Of memories Reside inside A single tree. Free to walk Beneath them, To listen, As the wind Rustles their leaves; To find history, Before history Leaves us all behind. From

In life; Too many Believe, That it simply Ends in death. The last breath Is not the end. Truth beyond Our existence Comes as Our eyes close. How did we Leave the world? How did we Treat all others? This is the true Value of a life; Not in what we had, But in

Dreams meandering; Streams unwinding, Unconfined by time; Flowing onwards, Sublime memories. The breath of pure air; Blue skies above, Rise against the sunrise; Life has begun again, Never seems to end; Dreams of hope, An unrelenting dance Of nature. Bees and butterflies, Seize

Dandelions; Wherever their spiked leaves grow, Spread out across the land, In crowned, glorious, yellow, Floret heads. A question oft repeated... Wherever their seeds Are blown and carried aloft; "Weeds? Or flowers? Empowering? Or devouring?" Many ordinary humans believe,

“Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed, citizens can change the world. Indeed, it is the only thing that ever has.” - Margaret Mead

A rhythm Found deep In nature; Not asleep, Profound, Resounding, In a heart beat, Of fleeting existence; The persistent rhythm, Of life, that drives The driven soul. Feel the pulse, Reside inside, The heart of the earth, Never stand aside, Or be apart, Or choose to lose The

Armed With Intelligence Two-thirds of an Octopus’ neurons reside in its arms, not its head. As a result, some of the arms can figure out how to crack open a shellfish while the rest of the animal is busy doing something else, like checking out a cave for more edible goodies.

Dear friends. I will, step back and retrace all comments and reply if I can. I am slowly recovering from a very bad illness. The STPG have been kind and I am reading all your messages, so much kindness, so many good representatives of humanity. Thank you all so much for caring,

If this message Matters to one Individual on X; It matters, Truly to me. Be free, Judge wisely, Excuse my absence; I am not a celebrity. But like you, I know, How much We matter, To each other; For support, For care, To simply be there, To teach A better way;