Love of Branching

When a tree’s soft light

sends it branching to find

what was not lost,

the eternal shade beneath steps back

so what would dance can dance

on that hallowed ground.

Novelty wakes in suprising shapes then

as six-legged bodies,

and crustal plates,

and carnivorous flowers,

and an upright creature

adept at cultures and tools.

The great profusion

soars cathedrals to diversity

in ecosystems and economies.

But what of tight minds

that prune forests to stumps,

or limit fields to one genotype,

worship to the true way,

and nations to a single race.

They may thrive awhile,

spending precious coin.

But forced simplicity opens a dark door

and chaos, sealing all exits, enters

in spasms and night sweats,

in starvation and plagues and unholy wars.

Branching soon gains the upper hand

and potential again

leads the way.