They had had so much time to think, and their thoughts grew

And, as the little weed grew bigger and wilted and died,

And as its seeds gave life anew

They were finally willing to take Life as it was in stride

They would still protect nature, and

would love and care for it as much as they had their words,

But there was a point where they learned not to cross, a place to stand

That was healthy and not overdone, not causing their world to become blurred

Time passed, Life went on, and so did Death

but they let it all come

If they spent so long hiding away and holding their breath,

They would never experience anything as it ought to thrum

Perhaps, in the end,

It wasn't about winning the fight against him, nor about his corrupt power and class

Perhaps it was learning to make amends

And coming to let the circle of life pass

And so the cycle continued on

With life, there is death

And the two cycle ages,

fragile, yet stalwart

[fin.]