Natural

Is it right to almost take over your planet,
Might I be excused,
That it is not your planet.

The beauty of the planet itself must be admired;
It ain't no Jupiter, no solid ground,
Mars, too dusty for us,
Pluto explains itself.

Walk through the orchard,
A pink petal falls on your shoulder,
Stroke it, the soft morning sun stroking you,
Feeling its soft cool droplets of dew.

Walk through the rainforest,
The moonlight seeping through the canopy.
Red lights staring at you through the darkness,
Piercing into you blandly before scurrying off into the vast wilderness.

It maybe unnatural that we are part of this Earth;
But at the same time it is natural.
We’re Naturals.
I am a Natural.