never saw that problem the dry
river's bed
most always had an overflow
into the forest's toes
of  water gushing overflowing
the river's banks
washing the salt off the roots of a
water mocassin ten feet from the bank
hissing
trees roots her trunk wetter
'n they ever have been to pull
her long tresses up
around her *** walk tippity toed through once dry banks
caught the fervor
began
to sashay a bit
dance her  top limbs swaying left
as her trunk had gone right like a whip

root tiptoeing off to the high spot on the hill all the rest the feeling trees had gathered
crying more rain filling valleys
feeling lost for those root bound who couldn't feel
the first drip of empathy dense when it came to sympathy
and you'd think natural selection might take her part in this
and wipe those who don't feel off but I think
they is this Noah dude for the  uncaring he builds a big *** canoe
and herds up one of each *** of the uncaring two them
narcissists a male female those psycopaths one each of breeding ages
one pair each of all the woes
and floats down the river into the swollen *** sea so
they live too,
those whose brains are not capable
of feel of poetry of art.
those are on the ark.
those who have apathy of a dry eye