there's the tree
deep roots
one side of the tree bears needles
the other side grows leaves
similar to you and me
the leafy side sometimes decides
in its deciduous manner
to hold a residual referendum
not so different from you and me
whether that one side wants
to still be seen and heard
as deciduous and leafy
or to change its sheath to something new
and with that new addendum
not grow a cluster of narrow needles
a metamorphosis of sorts
changing from broad to something new and unseen
unbefitting to that thin slim needle kind
admitting a course to a some new existence
evergreen though resists a deciduous mind
spruce sap views every kin as green and needled
an intentional happy truce without complaint
untainted with its narrow existence
always resistant to change
remaining consistent in shape and colour
unlike the insistent leopard
changing from spots to stripes
never an easy thing to do
easier to remain rigid and static
similar to most of me
familiar with most of you
but stasis in general
mundane and boring
ever green needles
still glean atmosphere
over that smooth green surface
maintaining essential purpose
never changing always retaining shape
containing consensual function
beneath that waxy surface
not much range in shape and colour
change seems rather difficult
changing feelings in the stratosphere
extremely uncertain
but just the same
in any moral sphere
change can be impressive
seldom seamless
sometimes not coping
opening a new mosaic world
unfurling new waves of poetry
hidden twists unmistakably
behind an evolutionary curtain
actually nature's revolution
naturally defensive
choice is often deemed offensive
withstanding what was certain
changing one's colour
finally breaking away
straying in a new and different colour
expressing a new and different other

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