I saw some green
zealously flourishing,
unselfishly growing,
but
as the horizon met another —
crabs unlatched disaster —
for their comfort,
for their dashboard,
for their net worth.

Sometimes some would ask:
"Should we still choose to grow
if they'll just cut us with any saw
after giving them all the raw?"
Their eyes spit sorrow.
Then, silence blow.

But they continue
even the wind went wild,
even tom'rrow's dicey for...