A pigeon by any other name

You once were revered as the bird of god, it’s funny how perceptions change. Perhaps when things are a plenty, we forget they are beautiful just the same.

You see the world is full of constructs and we all play a part in this game. But Pigeon is just another word for Dove, so I love you just the same.

When will we love all things equally and stop the cycle of shame? Do away with the need for labels and remember from whence we came. 

Mother nature loves us all, she birthed us all as one. How soon before we realise its from her that we come. 

So Pigeon, even though you are a plenty; just as we humans are. You are still ultimately perfect, just the way you are.