In the forest of beginnings and endings
Grows the power and right of life
Innocently awaiting, for the fallen 2b taken,
Swept away, by dutiful or callous strokes in plight
Aged and strong yield the best of a strain
Unfortunately currency often targets the young for gain
Caught reaching for all there is to be upon sight
Wonders in seeming an endless array in choices to delight
Separated from roots to derive into new forms of use
Combined to elements to birth new commemorative suits
Petrified looks are their fortune, declaring the horror in outreach
Dubbed for a season, is the only time their counsel we seek
Glancing blows are met by casual returns from momentary passing
Very little thought is given to the pose imposed by destiny displays
Everyday passing by a life juxtaposed by our own swift movements
Until the one day when we are drawn to examine our sown fashion
In the forest of lives, a singularity stands out….observed as a group or
standing out all alone…..how profound it is
to stop and examine the example of being represented by time spent observing our Mannequin Life!