12/29/2023
In fields where the sun kisses the green,
A story of sorrow remains unseen.
Beneath the skies, wide and grand,
A tale obscured in this human land.
Amidst the farms and golden crops,
Lies a truth that often stops.
A tale of creatures, voiceless they plea,
Their pain veiled, but clear to see.
In worlds unseen by most of us,
Their suffering dwells, silent thus.
In farms where creatures toil and cry,
Their plight ignored as days go by.
Their lives entangled with human greed,
Their anguish ignored, their cries, they plead.
In this world where kindness is rare,
Their suffering remains, a heavy snare.
But in this realm of sun and breeze,
Let's hear their whispers through the trees.
Their lives are as vital as can be,
In a world where kindness ought to be.
