from the tender pink buds of childhood
to the wild red spikes of their teenage years
selfishly soaking up the sun for themselves
giving none back to the tree that bore them
(they lack the chlorophyll and the compassion)
they only care that the wind
is playing their favorite tune
turning them into a bobbing mosh pit
of arboreal punk rockers
and all they want to do is dance
But those teens' days are numbered, as their hardworking adulthood is just around the corner. Bring on the green(backs)!
ReplyDelete