Non Sequitur
The missive sealed and now en route
will never settle their dispute;
to others it may seem minute,
it leaves us cold and destitute.
As they congeal in dark collusion,
others flee in stark confusion,
like poppies hide behind delusion,
the mystics kneel in tense seclusion.
The forests know they will endure,
the mountains, also, rest assured,
the waters of the Earth run pure,
Mankind is the non sequitur.
©Danielle White
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