Twig

What a tree has shed
You ignore
Because you are
Not a child.
The morning,
And the evening,
Are the beginning
And the end of your day.

You drown the one
In uppers,
And the other
In downers,
But you never see the Earth
Brand new,
Nor the Sun setting,
And those that sleep at night coming out.

Wisdom? You have none;
You have lived on the Earth,
But you have never benefitted
From your experience or years.
You are simply,
"Trying to survive it."
Oh-ho! That is a laugh!
You are a scared creature.

Too scared
Of what the cynic says.
So the cynic says,
"There is nothing to see;
There is nothing to feel;
All things have been done."
When you know yourself
For this to be untrue.

The cynic has been scarred
By some abuser,
They are in need
Of medical attention.
Do not let their
Way of seeing things
Infect your
Perfectly healthy senses.

You do not see a twig;
You see a walking stick,
A sword a shovel,
You see a keepsake.
If you don't,
Then you must unsee it;
See what you see
Without the blinders on.

For we have
Not even gotten into a discussion
About leaves.