There are some things
that are just ingrained
in us like rings on a tree.
We all grow based on
our hereditary structure
where roots give stability.
But sometimes our
environment can determine
how we will mature.
We may branch out
into muddier terrain
and lose our footing.
We may be uprooted
by the ax of society
and become stunted.
But at the end of life’s cycle,
we all become mulch,
enriching the next generation.
hmmm i like the logic expressed here...love your poetry... i did mention your name as my favorite poetess in tv last night.... but have no time to say hi...ok