A forest stands with roots intertwined
canopy rushing with whispers,
deliberating the forester
and their care of the woodland.If the caretaker neglects their needs
to water the soil that sustains
with time and passion
trees may curse, wither, and fall.If greed takes too much fruit,
cuts too many branches
to keep itself warm
the timber will no longer yield.A grove well tended to,
even if a stray spark lights leaves
will refuse to burn.
We learn, then, which are real.
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Sitting Here Thinking (2020-2022)
PoetryPoetry of varying subjects and construction, the second of three. Written while sitting anywhere, lost in thought about everything and anything. Accolades: #1 Thought Provoking 2/26/2020 #1 Self-Reflection 3/22/2020 #1 Creative Writing 7/24/2020 #3...