Breathing the same air
our gases exchange
Our many tendrils grasp
the soil beneath us
drinking the same lifeblood
When monkeys shed their tails
departed from our cool sanctum
To cavort amid tall grasses
and lesser plants
We have watched them since
Their generations pass before us
To each season comes a storm
We hear their cries of panic
fall to their blades
consumed in their fires
Still they come to us for their comfort
to refashion to their own design
and carry off on two feet
We weather all seasons
as ever before
Our seeds grow faster
than you can take
Would that these monkeys
put down roots as we
To live as long
To see as much
That they could know