Glory together

Seasons all in one—
spring, summer, autumn, winter,
when nature intends.

Look around you

Like a child at play,
casting aside its play thing,
trees shoved for buildings.

Photo bug sees all,
seizes opportunity—
spider in waiting

Reaching far and wide,
like our politicians—trees;
except, constructive.

Shrivelling over time,

crippling under the world’s weight—

the ageing, the tree.