[Thoughts for Earth-Day.]
Can we tell the four winds when, where, and how to blow?
Can we tell Otter he must be as solemn and thoughtful as Great Horned Owl… or prove to Barn Owl it is us “Who-who” he seeks?
Can we tell Hawk and Eagle to soar no more?
Can we tell Rabbit that procreation with such fervor merely soils his reputation, and casts no shame upon us for our limited output?
Can we ground Bee indefinitely because he does not meet our aviation specifications?
Can we have Firefly’s light show cancelled in order to conserve energy?
Can we command noble Thunder to whisper his love-song to Lady Lightning? Or demand Wolf cease debating with Moon? Or arrest Winter when he loiters till June?
Can we insist Salmon spawn downstream because swimming upstream is suicide?
Can we tell Black Widow and Praying Mantis to forego patricide while never questioning our use of insecticide?
Can we order Sky Father, Earth Mother, and Old Man River to “heal thyself” so we need not be bothered?
Can we tell stars that if they must twinkle it must now be in Morse code?
Can we tell Cock and Hen that chickens are now banned from crossing the road? And, of course, it has nothing to do with an aversion to those on the other side.
Can we tell primates to stop monkeying around, and proclaim we’ll never patronize their monkey business?
And can we tell Ant that all work and no play is soooo… twentieth century?
Can we say all this and more?
We can… we have… to no avail.
Perhaps we do not have as much control as we would like to believe.
Masters of the world?
© JW Thomas