Honesty
Orphans cast into the soft warm summers grass.
fed by the berries that the tree had passed.
Watered and washed by the healing sun.
the boy got the most as the strongest one.
The dog was looking for its mate and cubs,
and soon found warmth in the orphans shrub.
Every touch!taste!smell!and as far as can see!
riches increased when sound fell at their knees!
As the boy grew to lead the pack of loyal servers.
his sister knew how to feed all the left overs.
She found that they turned not bad but good,
and the juice from the berries lifted her moods!
Soon it was him that joined in to sup the potent!
swooning and wasting what was important.
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