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The Human Forest
Like a seedling I pushed up through,
A thick layer of dead leaves laying strewed -
Fed on this dead knowledge passed down from old to new,
From a canopy of ancient trees of history stripped nude -
By the passage of time which had not subdued
Their unnatural hoarding growth which so occludes
The precious light of life from those below and generations new.
How I struggled to grow thus far I have no clue,
Down amidst the shadows that those elder trees threw;
Competing with the many here where shafts of light are few -
I won’t become a parasite as the majority seem to do,
Entwining themselves round the trunks of giants towering into blue -
Seemingly taking life from them when the inverse is true -
It is always these elder trees which draw life from the new.
Would that this human forest observed the cycle nature's knew -
The time of death for these old trees is surely overdue.
Where is the bolt of lightning in its white electric hue -
A spark to start the forest fire as I wish I could do?
So I could rise above it all tall and proud anew,
From the ashes of establishment which the fires slew.
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