Razor Green Poem by Wesley Mincin

Razor Green

Living off the sun like all it's siblings does it thrive.
So many are they in the trees, a massive, natural hive.
A gentle breeze then brushes up against this ancient tree,
and slowly does it push away the branches dressed in leaves.

On the oak type branches does an insect swiftly crawl.
It nips a sibling's stem. The sibling gently falls.
With razor edges, narrow structure does this sibling surf,
until it gently sets itself upon green painted earth.