The Decorative Pine ConeA Poem by VelvetPotatoMy boyfriend wrote this, and wanted me to share it with you all. :)
Nature's pressures of fire, avalanche, wind, and snow,
Yield a cyclic perpetuity of the conifer's ebb and flow. As the pines falter, the aspen groves take ground. A battle as old as the mountains, but the pine's plans are sound. While the aspens grow more quick, the conifers more tall. Aspens slowly choked from sun, their groves sure to stall. But tall trees fall hard, as the cycle marches on Locked in an eternal stalemate, never to be won. A foot soldier in this conflict; the lowly conifer cone, Companioned with green Brothers of the tree, but soon to be alone. His mission is to fight, and sow the seeds anew, But fortune had intentions and ambitions much less true. The cone's aesthetic was valued beyond its divine role, It could make the house look "rustic" when placed in a porcelain bowl. Adorned with plastic flowers and vines, it matched the decor well. The decorative pine cone, aspirations averted, would spend its life in Hell. © 2021 VelvetPotatoFeatured Review
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