Nature's Challenge

Lost Writes (2003)

Autumn rolls around

And with tradition come the leaves

Right to the ground

Oh how they please

With that softest sound...

Born so nervous

Clutching on to stems

Feeling the murderous

Sun with its intent

To force them into service.

And so reluctant now

They feel the burn of his eyes

As they figure out how

To photosynthesize

And trap light in their cries...

As they save for the day

When the tension will break

And they'll lose their importance

To a beautiful wake

They call death...

Right now they feel no pressure

Finally free of any burden.

And for once now they can treasure

What their fate has been asserting:

That this freedom brings pleasure.

Acceptance into their coffins of grass

Proves once and at last...

No more hurting...

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