fast forward fifty and what will there be?
you, me
life, death, war, and victory
love, hate, and of course conspiracy.
but best of all, there will be everything there is now,
but
        m
             o
                 r
                    e,
more of what we love and more of what we hate,
more of what kills us and makes us feel alive,
more of what breaks us and more of what makes us.
but the question is,
what do you want the world to be?
a place of
peace acceptance, and dreams
exploration, beauty, and  fair teams.
a place where
hard work grows and love knows.
a place for
sharing, hoping, and caring
laughing, singing, and dancing.
a place that
encourages self worth, supports learning, and above all is our
safe haven.
now go make it happen,
as Mahatma Gandhi once said,
be the change that you wish to see in the world.

the trees can hide and conceal so much
with leafy branches and luscious life all around
but when the season changes
and suddenly what was so full of color
is now brown and on the ground
it makes me wonder
what makes the trees come back again
after being bare and dormant for so long?
what awakens them from their dreamy slumber?
what breathes life into their brittle branches
and makes them grow buds that blossom and bloom?
what keeps them from lashing out at those who break them?
what gives them the strength after missing the sun to decide
to restart the cycle of growth?
who dusts snow from their frozen frame and calls forth their tender buds of spring?
who recolors the leaves that grow fast and sure from there awaking branches
and makes them supple and sprightly once more?
why  do they conceal their life behind a facade of frozen death and then
slowly emerge into full on life?
why do they go through the same cycle from life until death?
why do they allow others to live off of them and yet never ask for anything in return?
why do birds poke and jab at them and yet they still allow the nests
to be created between their branches?
why do they get chopped down and burned to death when all they were doing
was benefitting our world?
how can they remain in the cycle for so long and withstand so much,
and yet it's not too much for them to handle?
how can new life form from the death of another?
how can they add a new ring every year and still look and remain
the same young tree on the outside?
how can they stand still in the same spot until death
but yet dance with the wind?

what makes the trees come back again
more like who. . .
well he’s the same man, perfect like Ken,
that created me and you.