Tramp

Maturity watches her step,
walking among the daisies
and dandelions.

She is a visitor,
respecting the beauty
of the meadow.

She kneels down to smell
aromas—
those fragrant delicacies.

Immaturity hikes into view,
crushing flowers into grass,
pointing and commenting.

Both enjoy mother’s gift,
savoring flora—
breathing in her spirit.

Both leave footprints,
evidence they were there;
significant to nature herself.

Maturity treads carefully,
preserving the beauty
for the next admirer.

Immaturity plucks a daisy,
sliding stem behind ear,
taking whatever she wants,

trampling the rest.

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