Civilization: The Angles

Along the road they spill – crystals and squares,
Arrogant in blocky rows.
Their brazen angles state,
"This space is owned by the Others, who are not you;
Take your Being elsewhere, and other-how."
Attention deflects, ricochets like wind, denied understanding
Of all they contain , defend, and hide.

Trees are otherwise, and some other wisdom theirs;.
With the wind, they have come to know
Only learning to dance is great,
And for this step, any being will do.
"Dances go step by step", the trees allow;
Down a longer road, in a different time, demanding
Less thought to who is in, and who outside.