Naturedoesn’t keep its lawn.
Scatteringseeds hither and yon.
Lettingthe birds and animals do their doo.
Fertilizingthe next generation to peek into view.
Or,borne on the wind, flying so far.
Withno help at all, a falling star.
Totake hold and grow, whither it may.
Tobask in the light of a new spring day.
Onlyto face a daunting task.
Howto grow tall and reproduce--to last.
Likethe knarly root of a knarly tree.
Clingingto life on a knarly knee.
Ofrock so barren no soil will stay.
Andyearly rain falls just drips away.
Andstill she clings a thousand years.
Throughearthquakes, lightning, drought, and fears.
Orfight for the light, in a forest dark and deep.
Onlythe tall and the strong will ever peep.
Theunfiltered light above the canopy.
Theeagles’ lair where all can see.
Andin the struggle, the strong win out.
Andbeauty is the final result.
Theunkept lawn of nature’s lair,
Isbeautiful beyond compare.
Copyright 2001 © Ronald W. Hull
3/31/01