Member Poem

Nature is a card dealer,
Holding tight to her red deck
And shuffling them.
The loud slap of the cards
Sends a shiver down the spine.
She splits the cards like a knife.
She asks you to pick a card,
And you draw an ace of diamonds.
Nature smiles at you and says
“You will flourish,
But it will be a delicate process.
Do not expect applause,
You won’t get it.”
The thought of a lack of recognition
Was enough to make your head spin,
But you hold it together.
It’s all about timing,
You’ll be lucky to even see it.