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Nature's Challenge
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Lost Writes (2003) Autumn rolls around
And with tradition come the leaves
Right to the ground
Oh how they please
With that softest sound...
Born so nervous
Clutching on to stems
Feeling the murderous
Sun with its intent
To force them into service.
And so reluctant now
They feel the burn of his eyes
As they figure out how
To photosynthesize
And trap light in their cries...
As they save for the day
When the tension will break
And they'll lose their importance
To a beautiful wake
They call death...
Right now they feel no pressure
Finally free of any burden.
And for once now they can treasure
What their fate has been asserting:
That this freedom brings pleasure.
Acceptance into their coffins of grass
Proves once and at last...
No more hurting...
