Would It Matter?

When the nightly news is a barrage

Of bluster and bile, bombs and debris

Gutted out buildings and leafless trees

Where it never rains or it always rains

And children line up for water

I wonder

If there were no religion

Would it matter?

Would the fuchsia still entice

The hummingbird to drink

What was fermented in the night?

Would crickets still chirp

As leaves crinkle and turn

And fireflies light their lanterns

To thrive and continue

As swallows swoop around the house

To settle out of sight?