NATURE Poem: Trees, by Conor Monahan

Green breath, nature’s pulse
Existence for the sake of what?
A woodpecker feeds, a metronome
Squirrels scamper and bounce
A branch falls, heavy winds destruction
Shattering a cars mirror
Destruction, production
Weeping sap for syrup
Warnings its friends with mycelium
If simple existence is their purpose,
Could there be unknown intention?
Existence with lack of purpose
Would that breed positivity?
Or is chaos the true order
No rhyme or reason
Fundamentally, existence is good.
Instinct wants us to live
Yet humans live to create
Through creation we destroy
So instinct led us to destruction
If existence is instinct,
Existence is also destruction.
Branches of understanding
Always changing with the leaves.
We’re not meant to comprehend, but to climb.

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