Clouds pinched in the squeeze
above harvester hollow
quake those placid trees
to gulp each precious swallow
when fortune decrees
the chosen few to follow.

Despite all noble
intentions of enduring,
arrangements global
decimate cells maturing
once trapped immobile
by mortal traps alluring.

The wind picks up speed
in torrential bursts frightening
to stir living seed
that peppers pallid whitening
as knowledge gains speed
to hasten true enlightening.

by John Weber

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