Mimosa and Kudzu

Come's, our two thousand and ninety-fourth year; the earth is green, and the atmosphere clear. The mimosa and kudzu continue to grow, and which shall prevail – does anyone know? The kudzu is stronger and more eager to win, but the winter remains mimosa’s old friend. Humans? They’ve become an insignificant bunch; living under mimosa, having kudzu for lunch. “Self loathing” bade them quit the great chase, now they have become the ridiculed race. None knows for sure who shall finally rule, but betting on man would be that of a fool. Kudzu creeps strongly and relentlessly on, and mimosa’s seed is everywhere blown. They’ve crowded away every other kind, leaving only vine and fern leaf behind. By kudzu, in summer, mimosa is bent. In winter, ol’ kudzu’s energy is spent. Then, seed of mimosa filters on through; bringing revival of the fern leaf anew. Humans, as animals, scurry around, and dwindle in number as the fauna abound. It would have been different; this comical end, if they had “subdued”, as told by a Friend. Gen. 1:28 “Be fruitful and multiply, replenish the earth and subdue it” Lionel