Strict Landscaper
immortal wisdom lies hidden
among the seemingly
chaotic
in plain sight
for the open minded
forever elusive
for the fearful and sad
analogs repeated
fractals multiplied
minuscule infinitum
preserves creation
upon divergence
the hand of nature paints as Pollock
brushes with the soft strokes of Monet
sepiation and vintage edges
increase the complexity
evolve the view
too much control truncates her growth
limits her diversity
the shadow
of a strict landscaper
starves the wild things of light
insists on exclusion, extinction
narrows the garden path
decays the way
with every fence
every clip
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The greatest of trees
Grew without interference
Buried by time
From seed to sprout
Before it grew tall
It invested in roots
Fed on what had lived before
Before it grew tall
It grew wide and lush
Knowing stability is needed
For growth to be maintained
From there it sought the light
Interference to see things
As one would have them
An attempt to outdo time
Stunts and destroys growth
The master knows
When pursuing growth
She need only allow
Nature and time to do its work
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