The kelp, strong and gentle <br />does not fight the current. <br />It bends and sways and <br />bows to passers by. <br /> <br />The tumbleweeds just amble on <br />when chosen by the wind. <br />Bumping into everything <br />that does not move in time. <br /> <br />The leaf that rides upon the stream <br />does not guide the flow. <br />It twists and turns <br />and spins about, <br />not managing the hour. <br /> <br />and we clear the mountains <br />and we taint the streams <br />and we drive the <br />pristine snows to mud.<br /><br />Margaret Ann Newcomb<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/me-me-me-2/
