Nature Nurture Neither

Spring leaves swing sway with a to and fro forever breeze of present tense abiding, while their leafless brothers remember seasons of wistful green waverings skyward---dead limbs heap heavy onto silent past promises that gently guided bands of birds to a soft respite--now a 'pecker's paradise of pleasure pawned food borne endeavors, via Jack Hammer Jams on tenement trees stoic stilled, but not forgotten in their open, fulfilling residue through a giving Mother nature of things ultimate in value, living and lingering in the now and then of human exposure---all life prospecting for a near future beginning together.