💕 Why Bushes Love Tall Trees 💕 Poem by James McLain

Why do bushes embrace the tree's grand height,
While weeds, with scorn, they swiftly smite?
A tale of nature's choice, in shadows dwelt,
A dance of life and strife, both day and night.

The tree, a majesty of grace and might,
Its roots sunk deep, a symphony of cells,
Yet weeds, they crawl, like beggars in the dell,
Their fate entwined with disdain's cruel bite.

But hark, for each holds purpose in this sphere,
The tree, a haven for the birds above,
The weed, a healer, potent and sincere,
In harmony, they weave the web of love you seek.

So let not judgment cloud our soul's clear sight,
For all have worth in nature's grand design.