The Moral of Cecil

The Moral of Cecil

Early Midwest morning
spawns a golden glowing hue
over mist-laden fields
breathing life into
reborn shadows
cast against
freshly mown earth
by trees, a fence post
and an old wagon
touting its hitch

In less than an hour
a transplanted cedar sapling
will spread into view
under a yellow solar orb
flying high inside blue
His fate accepted
he thrives as if dared

As for me
I can see
resistance is human
and change doesn’t care

© LTM 10/2/15

Poetry Prompt 2 – Let’s Hit the Ground Running!