Said the Shadow To the Tree
Said the shadow to the tree,
“You know my friend, life is not always fair...
take this vine of fingered grip,
tentacles of timid meaning
Holding you close as to not let go,
filling each bark split void,
strangling the very life from you
Why does it please you so,
when given time it will engulf,
blocking the sun light,
tightening in mass fury,
wrapping itself of everything you stand for?
Then when your strength is gone
and you topple to the ground,
this vine will happily move on
to the next tree,
while you rot, returning to the earth,
which once gave you life?”
The tree replied, “Because it feels so good to be wanted”
The sun set and the shadow was silent
Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017
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