The Tree of Our Lives
An Acrostic Sonnet
The tree of our lives has lost many leaves
Rolling on the ground with the growing wind;
Embarrassed by some Alpha species thieves
Enticed by envy and greed highly chinned.
On the earth, the air was becoming thinned
Foaming in despair, the tree lost its sleeves;
Over the horizon, AI had twinned
Usurpers of every sort with heaves.
Religions crumbled under the truth’s weight
Lilliputian steps were taken forwards;
Intelligence being measured by trait
Validated some of the ancient words.
Enveloped in leaves, survivors saw fate
Streamlined by over and beyond two thirds.
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Music to soothe the present and perhaps the past.
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Patrick M. Ohana
A medical writer who reads and writes fiction and some nonfiction, although the latter may appear at times like the former. Most of my pieces (over 2,200) are or will be available on Shakespeare's Shoes.
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