Weep for the Future

The cutting branches sway and stretch
after a snooze awakened
by a generous breeze.

I orbit the sacred uneven
green dream of a mother’s sorrow,
passing in tears.

Ageless, she births a spineless army
curly and hopeful that future generations
will turn less catastrophic than the last.

Regrettably, the dream has fallen
stiff in the deadness of
a conscious mind.

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