MisterPoetry
Bluelighter
Watching the world crumble through still immature eyes isn't how I expected my life to be lived
By the time I've become what society deems a MAN I'll only have but a stepping stone of the planet left to call my own
The fighting and turmoil turns soil burns oil and returns nothing but thick black smog to once clear skies
Age isn't just given, it's earned
This poor earth holds more knowledge than the vast volumes of books across her body could ever collect
Yet nobody listens to her, she's so old they all must think she's senile
Her and I sit and think together sometimes...
She tells me of her little ones that have grown and passed
Once majestic, they always fall in the end
Told me once that I reminded her of her youngest
The worlds first sapling
That tree fought with her constantly, wanting only to be bigger, older
And she fought back, explaining age must be earned, for with age comes much responsiblity
Much like me he was oblivious
So reluctantly she gave in
She used her strength to thicken his roots and nourish him, helping him to grow into a strong and healthy tree
But as he grew he saw others just like him begin to sprout up around him
Of course jealousy ensued
He cried that he wasn't special anymore, that now he was just one of many
His mother tried to calm him, explaining he was the first and original, but kids will be kids
So she blessed him with the ability to produce fruit, and he was once again pleased
Now while the tree was still growing his mother had began having children all over
All walks of life
So by the time he was his full height the world had changed drastically
Now a real tree in his and everyone elses mind he felt cluttered
When he was young the world was so large, so unbelievable, so HIS
Now, everything that was his is to be shared with the community
His outstretched arms are now the home to birds and squirrels
His fruit now the food of numerous creatures
Nothing of his was his anymore
The tree, once tall and proud, now bowed and weeped
His mother asked him, "Son, why do you cry so?"
"I thought that one day I would be the king of all this, to rule it all. Now I see that I am nothing but a commoner.", he replied
"That couldn't be further from the truth!", exclaimed his mother.
"If you weren't so important do you think so many of your FAMILY would need you to feed and shelter them?"
Thinking back the tree began to realize just what his mother was saying
It was he who fed and protected his little siblings, keeping a watchful branch over them when needed and dropping apples into their laps when they were hungry
"See", she continued, "If it wasn't for you my son there would be no cool shadow to block the sun, or a nice peaceful place to rest your head in the day. There wouldn't be any beauty in this world were it not for you."
Feeling guilty for being so greedy the tree realized no matter how many there are, every one counts the same
And with that realization he stood taller and prouder than ever before
Finishing her story I asked her, "What does that have to do in relation to me?"
Chuckling lightly she said, "Everything and nothing."
Adults can be so subtle about things sometimes.
[ 10 March 2003: Message edited by: MisterPoetry ]
By the time I've become what society deems a MAN I'll only have but a stepping stone of the planet left to call my own
The fighting and turmoil turns soil burns oil and returns nothing but thick black smog to once clear skies
Age isn't just given, it's earned
This poor earth holds more knowledge than the vast volumes of books across her body could ever collect
Yet nobody listens to her, she's so old they all must think she's senile
Her and I sit and think together sometimes...
She tells me of her little ones that have grown and passed
Once majestic, they always fall in the end
Told me once that I reminded her of her youngest
The worlds first sapling
That tree fought with her constantly, wanting only to be bigger, older
And she fought back, explaining age must be earned, for with age comes much responsiblity
Much like me he was oblivious
So reluctantly she gave in
She used her strength to thicken his roots and nourish him, helping him to grow into a strong and healthy tree
But as he grew he saw others just like him begin to sprout up around him
Of course jealousy ensued
He cried that he wasn't special anymore, that now he was just one of many
His mother tried to calm him, explaining he was the first and original, but kids will be kids
So she blessed him with the ability to produce fruit, and he was once again pleased
Now while the tree was still growing his mother had began having children all over
All walks of life
So by the time he was his full height the world had changed drastically
Now a real tree in his and everyone elses mind he felt cluttered
When he was young the world was so large, so unbelievable, so HIS
Now, everything that was his is to be shared with the community
His outstretched arms are now the home to birds and squirrels
His fruit now the food of numerous creatures
Nothing of his was his anymore
The tree, once tall and proud, now bowed and weeped
His mother asked him, "Son, why do you cry so?"
"I thought that one day I would be the king of all this, to rule it all. Now I see that I am nothing but a commoner.", he replied
"That couldn't be further from the truth!", exclaimed his mother.
"If you weren't so important do you think so many of your FAMILY would need you to feed and shelter them?"
Thinking back the tree began to realize just what his mother was saying
It was he who fed and protected his little siblings, keeping a watchful branch over them when needed and dropping apples into their laps when they were hungry
"See", she continued, "If it wasn't for you my son there would be no cool shadow to block the sun, or a nice peaceful place to rest your head in the day. There wouldn't be any beauty in this world were it not for you."
Feeling guilty for being so greedy the tree realized no matter how many there are, every one counts the same
And with that realization he stood taller and prouder than ever before
Finishing her story I asked her, "What does that have to do in relation to me?"
Chuckling lightly she said, "Everything and nothing."
Adults can be so subtle about things sometimes.
[ 10 March 2003: Message edited by: MisterPoetry ]
