by Christopher Matthew Collins
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Pain of Reality
Cloud of Venom.
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What is life?
How does one define "living "?
Some see life as a glass of water half full.
Perhaps that ideology is completely ridiculous.
As life is a series of complexed situations and cameos
Where there are choices to be made
And crosses to bear.
Whether they spell victory or failure
Something is always gained.
Early in life there is so much to benefit from.
Not unlike the infantile sapling which years for enlightenment
As are we,
Children always asking "why".
As that sapling grows
So do we,
Gaining knowledge and wisdom.
And of course acquiring experiences.
With such knowledge
The sapling first endures the love of Gaia.
Finally transforming into a giant redwood.
However does this being ever feel the pain
Of absence of love for another?
Humans in retrospect,
Must bear that cross.
As the emotional vulnerabilities of love.
How would a great and wise Oak
Deal with the sufferring of being alone?
As the massive creature nears the transformation
Into another state of being,
Is it capable of looking into its past,
Or our future?
And realizing what humankind has done
To itself and Terra?
For trees are "in tune " with nature.
Everything is part of nature,
However they posess infinite wisdom
And ultimately are the metaphysical saviors