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