Ask Not Why?

A small-dream planted as a seed A small-dream germinates and grows I'm not talking of a fig vine in the wilderness strangulating I'm not speaking of its sweet rancid fruit intoxicating. Maybe we're all trivial in the grand scheme of things Maybe, individually we all have four-good-limbs, But that doesn't entitle us to any more or fewer benefits Than any other living non-congratulatory medallists. Appreciate every creature beneath these golden elm leaves Life is a merit badge, a miracle all by its self if one believes However minuscule, it has fought to live, battled to survive Of this or any other life that won't be, deprived. A small-dream planted as a seed A small-dream germinates and grows I'm not talking of a daisy or weed I'm not speaking of a spring that overflow's Or an accentuated love poetry, somewhat verbose That whispers in every opening and crumbling red rose If ere you'd listen with both eyes opened dwindling closed You'd know any further nothing here on is decomposed.