Maple wood thoughts

Maple will grow, and trembles at the rain forest
small trapped. Alone it is no one
the seeds of space make thousands drying
among the trees. It its branches into the light
instinct to hand out, hopes that the seed
East, a strong mold drops.
Thinks: I'm just such an old
maple-like thousands of others.
rainforest with confidence
poured off the beaten. our sins
The loads coffers coin thrown to the bottom.

Money, power, and they fight 
all the time everywhere.
Elections in front, wearisome. Vote against it,
and vote for this, do not live in sleeping
without the opinions of seed decay.