My Own Shall Come To Me
OUT of the world the birds and bees and flowers came to me. They played with me, and I saw their glory; they shared with me their life, their stores of honey and their songs, and we were glad. I called them Plenty and Gladness, Light and Life, Thought and Peace and Love.
Then I thought I must keep them for my own; so I set snares of Appropriation for them, and bound them with strings of Private Property.
Some of them starved, and some of them pined, and the rest were afraid, and came no more to me.