Why?

Color swirls around me and warms me like a blanket.
The world shows its heart to me and gives embrace like no other.
I show my heart to others and I am met with harsh glares and no advice.

Why can't people hold their arms as open as the world's?

Cloudy skies with a baby blue underbelly meet my eyes.
Green bushes that have no thorns create shade and shelter.
Rose bushes with show thier color with prickly thorns.

Why can't I grow the thorns, the spine, to have conviction of our faults?

I walk on dirt ground that lets people walk on and abuse it without cry.
The auburn leaves of autumn's justice crunch under my feet without animosity.
A tar pit of human emotions startles antagonism.

Why can't we all walk along the same road without hurting everything?

A planet sits in empty space, willing to give its bounty to all who approach.
The ground on this planet lends itself to our plows, the seas to our anchors.
While we just dig away until we have to move on, leaving it forlorn and wounded, gouged.

Why can't we just find a home that we love enough not to use up?

Why can't we just exist, without the complications?