In Contrast

With the sky dark, like a lover who has pulled the covers tight around the neck for comfort and warmth against the cold, and the clouds pillows of dirty cotton, the gigantic Oak tree across the way gets the privilege of showing off its moss-covered limbs; the green being the brightest thing about the early grey morning.

Magnificent comes to mind as a description, along with the awareness that the moss has to have been there for some time, it being so thick and covering so lavishly all the branches. It’s just, what chance does it have on a sunny day to stand out?

Fortunately the other plant beings don’t have our egos and jealousy genes, otherwise they might feel like old ladies at a church social when the colorfully clad young thing arrives with her emeralds and large-brimmed chapeau on display, showing up the dull, lifeless black and gray frocks they wear, as if always headed for a funeral.