Billions of trees in the breeze.
Certain of where the leaves are going.
Too proud to reconsider, to observe.
They truly believe and know
What they cannot see.
And so they boast of a process they feed
And flaws within
Are directed at others that won't
Contribute to misinformation.
The ones seeking truths get trampled
By those drunk on lies.
Because reality is too far away
They don't want to know.
Until reality hits them
And they claim innocence through ignorance.
But ignorance they loved, craved, desired.
The easiest path failed them.
Five leaves might not float away at all.
But stubborn, determined.
The trees can't perceive the leaves
Didn't reach a beautiful, faraway destination.
A place they can't see nor reach.
Within them the process is perfection.
No need to improve nor reexamine.
They will never know nor accept better.
For what is already perceived as perfect
Will never truly achieve perfection.
Weighed down by blind resistance
Progress is smothered, delayed.
And accepting the flaws within must be realized
Before the system might be improved.
Or perhaps all that is needed
Is the belief that a better, undiscovered process
Might exist.
Perhaps after landing on earth a better reality might be perceived, received?