Host, Parasite

Watch as the trees

Dance and bend

To meet the sun’s rays

No worries or regrets

Intrepid, majestic

 

Do you think the sun still

Becomes fascinated by

Its own light?

Or has it grown desensitized

After years of bewilderment?

 

I watch the sky slowly change

As it clings to the last hours

Of sunlight, and I wonder

Could this be the last time?

 

Have we overstayed our welcome?

Are we even worth saving?

These parasites devouring the host

One day we may be flung off

Like a bad case of fleas

Reviews

[deeps]

This write is one to ponder one.
I enjoyed this piece, makes me think.
So nicely expressed and written.