Siamese twins they are
the two old oaks got the same fungi on one spotted trunk,
too late now for a tree surgeon to come along with his chain saw.
Their leaves are evenly green,
sisterly sharing earths sustenance,
when one of them feels low
the other shakes its leaves in sympathy.
In the merciless battle for survival
I was a pre-natal bully
sucked up my brother’s nourishment,
stillborn he was,
yet he’s the best in me
and he sees the beauty of the sunset
and love all helpless creatures great or small.