What Is The Place Of Soul In Nature Poem by Reginald Reid

SOUL TALK

I can talk to a bird, a dog or a cat
Nobody thinks very much about that.
But if I talk to a tree as I sit on a rock,
I'm considered quite strange and right off my block.

There's a struggle of mind that never will end
In trying to fathom what's round the next bend.
Where did we come from, where do we go,
Are we more than our bodies? I'd sure like to know.

A repeat of a random chemical reaction?
Or a reincarnation of life without traction?
If we can't solve these issues and be fairly certain,
When I talk to a tree who am I hurtin'?

There are all sorts of things in the world all around,
Many can make their own special sound.
Despite the absence of a good conversation,
We still talk to them all with great expectation.

There's a hope that they will comprehend in some way.
Some of them even seem to obey.
So have they got what we have, a soul of some kind?
Or are they just freaking us out of our mind?

Are we something better? We behave as it's so.
But there's hardly a difference in some people I know.
We say we have a soul and a mind.
But it's not the nature of man always to be kind.

It's not enough to share the same DNA
It's not enough to politically say,
"I believe in the brotherhood of man"
Unless we share and care, doing the best that we can.