Innocence

Innocence is the quiet before the storm.
The tension before the explosion of energy.
A brief period where everything seems to make sense and has hope.
The sense of optimism that overshadows the negative wasteland,
That was created out of spite and fear.
A time when things seem simple,
And life is just a beautiful dream.
In time the quiet will die,
And the mechanics of reality will come to fruition.

Greed

Greed is a bare branch.
Once there were leaves as its values and morals,
But they all came off one by one.
Now the branch stands alone.
They have turned their back,
Against the once pure arm of life.
Cut down in the heat of passion,
Ravaged by the cruel seasons.
Its quest for more and more,
Has reached the end of its rope.
It realizes this,
But is it too late?
Maybe next season.