Eternal Struggle

    You are the tiny feet

walking on the flowers that are my life,

As you walk on my peddles,

you are not crushing the life out of me.

You are simply spreading the pollen that is my future.

My future generations are created,

by the destruction that you thought you were committing.

Now my being is spread so deeply into the future,

I have become relevant

only because you tried to destroy me.

As you pass from existence,

I will show no recognition of your departure,

As my children grow and prosper.

Your wants,

needs,

and fears,

are long forgotten.

My children grow deep roots

down to the bones that are long buried,

The bones of the feet

that long ago tread upon my soul.

Douglas c. Face