Free For All In the Forest
Each spring the pine trees become quite distraught
considering it a mere childish ploy
that proximate maple trees without much thought
must litter the ground with their trifling toys.
The willful whirly-birds with tensity
find life particularly distressing
since pine needles have a propensity
for clutter by untidy undressing.
The hybrid elms propose a postulate
attempting proof that those who are living
with a spacemate's refusal to placate
must learn the pensive art of forgiving.
Sadly, the words from the trees went south-bound
when the gum shed its sap on the oak's ground.
written June 22, 2012
Copyright © Reason A. Poteet | Year Posted 2012
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