128. May 8th
A flourish if colour bursts forth once again,
As the trees produce new leaves.
Upon the bank of a brook they stand tall,
Stretching out for the sun.
Some are shaded by their fellows,
They cannot see the light,
Whilst others thrive way up high,
With plentiful supplies.
Why are the commodities they all want,
Not shared around equally.
Simply because some are greedy,
Others are very needy.
Equality can be striven for,
But never fully reached.
We can try to share and get on,
But we live in a broken world.