Presence

In the meadow a doe saunters Unburdened by thoughts of taxation Upon a weathered branch a squirrel scampers Ignorant to concepts of destination and commute Birds coo and bestow their wisdom Hollow silence rings for those in pursuit of fame Frogs repose on pedestals of boulder and gravel Subservient to a perilous presence Sunlight creeps into damp abysses Unbeknownst to hearts shrouded of raiment and shade Flowers bloom and reveal hidden truth Oblivious to the complexion of the present But the wind carries news of impending fate Revealing the nature of being here and now What was once a land of abundance Lies a skeleton of want and despair