I Speak for the Voiceless

By Melodie Elaine Estes

Orb weaver’s web with cottony tufts, up in the trees.

By Melodie Elaine Estes

I speak for those who can not express their own thoughts.
Clicks, songs, chirps, and buzzes are all they’ve got.
They live above, below and around us, in flowers, dirt, or trees.
They can be on the web, wondering when their next meals will be.

But they have lives, and make themselves known.
They have voices; though they are of various tones.
We wonder about their thoughts, lives, and fears.
Do they wonder about us and about what they hear?

We need a bond with  living things, regardless of size or will.
Holding all life as precious and holy, is how the Indians feel.
Small and large, all lives have purpose, whether we know or not.
All were created for a reason, just as this earth was our lot.

Admire the beauty, instincts, and ways of the insect minds.
Their communications are wondrous to the lifeforms of our kind.
Look them up and learn of their lives and how and where they live.
Fear not the wee ones, for we learn from them what they can give.

Our world wouldn’t be the same if these creatures were ignored.                                   Life on earth would change so much if they were destroyed.                                         Respect, study, and admire these small ones that our world holds dear.
Be aware of their lives and the importance that they bear.


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