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Follow the Script
Oblivious to me
Life goes around me.
The oak tree in front of my house
Donates its leaves to the fall goddess
And offers new leaves
To the spring queen
Along with a buche.
Acorns from the oak tree
Crowd my drive way
Each a harbinger of a new life,
Two tiny cotyledons inside serve as the baby formula
A tiny stem and a tiny root,
Wait to wake up and start running
By a kiss of water.
Instead
They mostly perish under the car
Or become food for some animal.
Without our knowledge or intervention
Life goes on
Babies grow up inside and outside
and have babies of their own
We slowly become senescent
In body and in mind
Following the script of life
With reverence
Ultimately
To succumb to the programed cell death
((*.*))
February 2012 |