
| Life and Death
Author: Luny Loona Nature allows only the survival of the fittest, but who says that surviving is living life?
Rated: Fiction T - English - Fantasy/Poetry - Words: 326 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 03-21-09 - Status: Complete - id: 2649473
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Life and Death
You may be living…
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A loud crash, and then bright light –
Down went another tree!
No one cared about it, though.
Happy as a clam were we!
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What we could see through the gap
Was a very rare sight.
Never had we ever seen
Quite so much sunlight.
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From then on, we all began
Our race to the canopy.
I wasn't big, I wasn't tall,
But the winner had to be me.
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They didn't like me from the start.
They shaded me from the sun.
I almost gave up, but I didn't –
The race had just begun.
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Our leaves grew bigger, taking up
As much light as we could.
The others may be advantaged
But I was just as good.
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They had grown much larger leaves,
And they soaked up all the rain.
But they forgot about water down here,
So all mine that became.
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Time flew when we were having fun –
Weeks had already passed.
Half of us gave up and fell down
But I was growing fast.
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Many months had come and gone
And so did other seedlings.
I, however, was not like them.
I was strong and winning.
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I could not remember when it was –
It was years since, maybe.
I found myself above my peers
Up in the canopy.
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All the daylight, all the sun –
It was all mine, mine, mine!
I slightly tilted all my leaves,
Blocking them from any light.
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They paled, they weakened, they shrivelled,
I gleefully watched them wilt
Their ends only brought me joy –
No pity, no sorrow, no guilt.
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I might have been kinder to them, if there
Was more space for the rest.
But what can I do? The world allows
Only survival of the fittest.
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…but that's not life.
A/N: More work for English, also to be done to a theme in the book Finding Grace by Alyssa Brugman. This one's on 'Social Darwinism'.
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