Thoreau Type Stuff

The Stream trickled along playfully, forming mud-rock framed mirrors
Like stickers on elementary school binders
Hikers
With sunflower hellos and wisps of hair tucked behind ears
Wave past
The detached leaves that they are
And the trees raise
Raise their arms in unison
A warriors stance to the sun
And a thank you

Humans are finite packages
Born with the same material they will leave with
Growing to their outer limit and then retracting back into their core

But the rest of the plush green grows
Grows until it doesn't
There is no fence line or expiration date
Only coincidence