Poems before class

(Corny old poem I wrote in college)

Lone bird on swaying branch
Enjoying all of nature’s dance
Rousing wind serenades the trees
It doesn’t seem to affect the bees
Nature exists without man
Moving and living with an unknown plan
Man’s plight fades away
Making living the point of a day


(Weird old poem I wrote on campus before a class)

At first I was proud that I was going to spare its existence,
twas only an aphid,
choosing my leg to land on,
As I tried to gently move it off my leg it was crushed beneath my finger,
life and mercy are fragile.
Twas once an aphid is now a stain.
A Buddhist I am not.