The Human Forest
When Mt. St. Helens blew her top,
The trees were killed, their growth all stopped;
But life goes on, despite death strewn,
With forest springing up anew.
Now, thirty-six years on from then,
The view across both hill and glen
Reveals all rate of growth the same,
Like picture-perfect in some frame
That someone photoshopped so-so!
This observation goes to show
Homogeneity may be
How we all start; but like the trees,
Diversified, we come to dress,
In time to be one holy mess.
Scott L. Barton
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