The Balance And The Greed Poem by Murphy Payne

While looking north, from my upstairs den windows
The snow was raining down at an angle of 30
Coming from my left the view was pretty
And so it was for an hour or more
Until it shifted right with the same vigor
I could only imagine, the balance was off
And compensation was need to ward off that tilt

Now it comes straight down, at a much lower speed
To give us all time to look up and catch those crystal beads
While looking up through the trees, where there once were leaves
The birds in their nest, get fed before any

It’s only fair, they were up early
With their small little mouths chirping and
Thanking the Gods for another day of plenty
Still there are new ones for us,
If we open wide and don’t breathe
Will we give thanks to the Gods and
Don’t take what we don’t need
Of course, we won’t