To Survive

From the cold and frozen earth Stood one lonely plant trying to survive I thought was it mother nature’s worth To allow this one lonely plant to stay alive, Did it’s survival depended upon me Should it have been in my thoughts or prayer But then I thought life is not a solemn guarantee And truly for its survival, I didn’t care, The plant it did not produce any beauty for art Nor did it produce any fruit to eat So it did not touch my stomach or heart The plant to me, it was incomplete, So it alone fought the breeze and the frost As it stood to grasp warmth from the sky But the battle of its life it finally lost As people like me didn't care if it would die, Now the plant has just withered away Its leaves had fallen slowly to the ground Unto GOD and nature and life did I betray As the plant finally died without a sound, I walk the path where there once was a plant Now the plant and its memories are dead Because of me a plants life I did not grant I now notice a homeless man begging to be fed. Randy L. McClave