Some Confidence

A thin squirrel shivers, with no acorn to gnaw,

shielding itself from those leaves, falling on the floor,

the cold gusts do talk; tells it to be alert,

for it is small enough to be someone’s dessert,

the brown changes to white, birthing more danger,

our scared little friend has no choice; but to wager,

it climbs a deceitful path, to see what’s in store,

but as it slips, to the ground, it wishes it wasn’t born,

but then it’s tail transforms, from a twig in to a mane,

as spring’s radiant sunshine, relieves it of its pain,

a blizzard melts, for the green’s happy return,

the warmth is some confidence, it begins to learn,

prized acorn’s in sight, on a warm June morning,

it ascends the tree; with haste, without any warning,

the heartache of the past, gives it the ardent edge,

nature grants it’s pleasure, as it stores acorn in hedge,

I am like this squirrel, I’m trying to find my acorn,

but with mankind’s process, it’s hard to find my warm,

if warmth is confidence for it, what is for me?

as I swim against the tide, of such a rough sea,

I, like the squirrel, cannot avoid the fight,

but when a human has control, there’s too much a plight,

improvement, betterment, are just but dreams,

as humanity continues, there will always be screams,

no real change has come, as man remains the same,

a core operation that divides, is worthy of much shame,

thus, by such damage, our acorns are well hidden,

as a squirrel is more pure, our deeds should be forbidden,

millions and millions yearn, but the suits serve the gruel,

no such things as acorns, when such politics; do rule,

please, oh please, I do implore, to my fellow man again,

it is time to evolve our minds, to get rid of such a pain.