There lived a man, a crooked man
Who walked with crooked gait
He'd walk along the crooked road
From sun up until it was late

His knees would scream with every step
No matter how much he wanted to run
We'd never know where he was going
He'd always follow the sun

He'd mutter to himself, of rises and falls
And of lessons his life had shown
But what we never saw or barely noticed
Was that he had never walked alone

He'd walk his walk with his cane and hat
Dragging behind him a shadow of black
It did what he did and trailed long and short
It accompanied him down the track

Know this man, the crooked man
Whose back was bent misshapen
He had made the choice to chase the sun
With steps sorely laboured and uncertain

everywhere*
on our planet earth
we can view
paradoxes
nature is the provider
of these anomalies
as a two sided coin
so divergent
in perspective
an example
shall herein
be shown

a
leafless
tree
seemingly
dead
stands
in
mortis
during
the
winter's
cold
availing
upon
its
limbs
a
lifelessness

yet
the
tepid
air
of
spring's
rejuvenation
revives
and
resuscitates
what
was
thought
to
be
terminal
in
its
branches

the character of nature
is dual
she renders a contradiction
in her
*enigmatic jewel