• the group
    of trees
    swayed to colors
    of life
    and love
    for years
    but things have changed.
    they sway
    now
    with vengeance
    spite that burns
    the soft
    warming hues
    of history
    now discolored
    drunk
    immorality.
    These trees
    a group of
    brothers
    now turned against
    roots of
    poison
    tangled uncertainty.
    they destroy
    themselves
    not with bombs
    or war
    but suspicion
    attitudes
    unspoken thoughts
    prejudice.
    tasty blame
    on others
    that
    soothes
    us to false logic.
    Hate, though slow
    green health
    to
    dark blue
    oil spills
    in the ocean.
    I watch the group
    i know
    it will soon
    happen.
    Everywhere.