Children, Trees, and Flowers

Children propagate the race of humans here on this, our earth.

Trees, gargantuan ferns at first, embarked on a long sojourn.

These spore bearers would give rise to trees of wood later with bark.

Humankind would one day pump aloft remains of early trees

into skies via factories and handy, smaller petrol tanks.

God gave whys to be resolved. Dead mangrove trees exacerbate

global warming, so solutions to our problems aren’t clear-cut.

Flowers attract bugs and birds, and bear fruit, dispersing seeds.

Coincidentally flowers draw humans with wiles.

Humankind would one day wonder if the graves of predecessors

had been decorated with blossoming intent

when the carbon dating showed that flower pollen grains rained down.

God knows flowers are a metaphor, as well.

People wax long on their lack, as in a melancholy song

titled You Don’t Bring Me Flowers … anymore.

God looked down the road and saw seeds of problems to stem up.

Lack of systems in accord, in the neighborhoods rural,

with our modern urban clearing systems loomed.

And those rural people doubtless lacked good education, too.

God knew identification cards would bud adverse consequence,

including use for collateral, and truly, God forbid, stolen.

So God made sure in advance that we were unmistakable

through assignation of identity using discrete fingerprints

imbued on us God’s very self. Since we know that God knows best,

it was then at God’s behest that this case would be worked out

when the time was ripe by grown-up children, after all.