Released from nature and captive to the city
I once was only confined by daylight
My seasons mean less and children only see red
I cry in the spring but only for the death f old man winter
Who has taught me stoicism and
Self reflection for it is he who
Has the clearest sight of the
Stars that appear closer
He cries with me to speed away
The snow to strike a match
To ignite our love and the candle
That will heat your life much like mine
It is sad to not see the children
Prepare for winter, with their processes
I know my work is complete
That my lessons learned and not just for a time
For you see every time they begin anew
They repeat
And
Life is repetition
I have done this before
Don’t take them away and
Cage them as you have caged me
Let them be what was once me
Watch and study them much the
Way you should be studying the wolves
Their cries are telling you something and
You are haunted by not listening
You have learned so much about so little
You explorers of technology
Your weapons will kill you I only mean to correct
I am not upset I only want you to know that I am
Not a creation or invention that you – try as you might
Recreate
I am an evolution that hears the cries of my children
And know what they will do next
© S.I. Shaw
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