From my window

Viewing the world from a small window

In the chamber of my existence

Through the mesh of prudence and prejudice

I admire the sunshine radiant upon this majestic tree

Quite erroneous, yet held high

Its random branches and an all enveloping canopy

Conceal its rotting undergrowth in its pleasant green

Cloaking the eyes of the likes of me

From seeing beyond its resilient reality

Restrictive, yet, I’m grateful, for it is protective

Its sap’s hues nurture the majority of life

This unbreakable inexorable machinery

Is too opaque for me to dare consider any likelihood

It crushed several lower lives underneath it

To grow colossal consuming the gifts of nature

In its own free right, thus it shelters greater lives

Than those it trampled to exist

Through some loopholes in its awning

My small window of vision

With its preconceived mesh of notions

Glimpses a struggling shrub

Beautiful like all nature’s brood

But horrid to my predisposed train of thought

It grapples for water, sunlight and soil

As rightfully its as the tree

All fairly being Gaia’s children

The behemoth seizes even its meagre necessity

Claiming its superior survival against the lowly shrub

Its divine ancestry against the unholy weed

Its existence natural and the shrub a global pollution

Though their mysterious antecedents are only common

Even in the chronicles of the tree’s own civilization

Higher lives of the tree’s shade hack away at this ugly shrub

Unknowing, unwilling to understand, accept or embrace

Diversity as a part of nature, choosing to be ignorant instead

Of the life and lives in the shrub’s microcosm

Sheltering a minority, but souls

Different but daring a niche in their unique way

As rightful attitudes as yours or mine

Some may flee to live with the tree instead

Surviving, yet torn between two states of realization

One oppressed, buried but they can identify with

The other established and accepted but coldly foreign to their individuality

What could you choose between condemnation and damnation?

Despite pacification amidst bigoted citizens of the tree

That they are unshakeable, relentless, and proper

The shrub will rise, and rise like a tempest

Claim and retrieve its inheritance from the dominant siblings

Even as I look down upon it with conformist disgust

Pray that some day this mesh of bias is torn away

Crave that we see the world not from a narrow casement

But after stepping out open and smelling the fair fragrant air

Yearn that some day the tree’s canopy shelters the shrub

Allows it space to nourish in its unique way

Open the doors to cherish that day

When all nature’s brood is

Legitimized, none bastardized