filter through forest branches
to the bed below.
Grasses catching rays
that perchance hit their mark,
will prosper.
But the branches cast shadows
to areas not quite as lucky...
beds forgotten by the Sun
in this life and death struggle...
for naught but weeds grow here, now,
fugitives, lying in beds
where the Sun is lacking.
Is this not the same story
as the life we live,
this story of the Sun, forest,
and the Grasses below?
For in life, it seems the Sun
shines so brightly and beautifully
on some, the Grasses, that catch those rays.
Yet those that lie in the shadows are
oft forgotten, the poor, needy, destitute,
becoming fugitives, the weeds, of life.
If we could but clear the branches
of the forest, or the forest itself,
so that the Sun might shine
on everyone...
There would be Grasses everywhere...
and weeds no more...
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