Progress Is Not Reality Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Progress Is Not Reality
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Graceful trees, dancing in the sun, stretching their
many branches, enjoying peace and calm.
Glancing about, seeing man's progressive plans,
building and erecting monsters of doom.
So unlike trees, flexible, bendable, beautiful to
behold, man's buildings are rigid, unbendable, ugly
in wakes of nature and reality.
Thursday, February 20, 2014
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4/18/2024 9:17:45 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Nice one. I too love the trees.