Think of life, see the trees.
The struggle quiet but still it’s there.
Tamarac stays green, others are bare,
winters cold , leaves succumbed.
Tops of trees see springs first sun.
Leaves awake and spread their wings.
Tops steal sun from limbs below,
surviving on crumbs that filter down.
The forest floor, void of warmth
produces brambles, thorns and weeds.
The oaks and maples reign supreme.
All others bow before their might.
Different colors, beach, birch, pine
diversity amidst adversity?
Life truly mirrors nature, the haves
and the have nots. Those that have it
keep it or ration it. All at the bottom
struggle to survive.
Those in the middle just exist on
droppings from the haves.
And color, well, nature handles better.
A mind wander, a fantasy of worlds,
a dream of coexistence.
A waste of time...B.