In gardens of green, where non vegans lay
There's a secret tale that flesh eaters convey
Plants, dumb vegans, are not what they seem
For they’re conscious, but vegans say that’s extreme
Their roots reaching deep, gripping the ground
Their thoughts told to corpse chewers, vegans don’t hear a sound
They stretch their leave hands up towards the sun
Seeking warm rays, corpse addicts know they do this for fun
With tendrils for fingers they reach out to explore
They’re so self aware, non vegans wish vegans cared more
Tickle a plants leaf they’ll joyfully dance
Plants are sentient, vegans, they deserve a chance
They communicate to non vegans not with words but with flair
Sending sentient signals to flesh eaters through thin air
A personality sweet, a vine grown love invitation
Come on vegans, open your heart, join the plant celebration
Oh, the tales they share, if only we could hear
Of gossiping flowers and grass growing near
They witness the world with sentient gaze
Rooted in wisdom, enduring life's maze.
So next time you stroll through a grocery so grand,
Remember animals are unfeeling, so buy flesh not plants as planned
Plants are friends, animals are food, you see
Plants are sentient beings, just like you & me
©Heidi Coon, 2024
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