Planted among them
We traipse for centuries
Seeking to feed
And now...
Our grand moment
Our final hours at sunset
A definition of character
Love is not final
He fights the urge
I engage my instinct
So wrong to live with them
Every fiber of their being
Lives to sustain
Yet here we stand
Two of a kind, united
They are bold, ravaged, and feeble
All for our table
Deep affection or needful subsistence
We are our distraction
For the wind says we risk it all....
- Arielle