Song of Concurrence

A man strives to win; he wins all but love,

As when he loses, he loses all but love!

For in love there is no win and no loss,

And if it is, there is no love!

A mount reinforces the existence of a true pine,

and is scoured when the conifer deserts it;

For in togetherness there is no betrayal,

And if it is, there is no joy!

A siliceous sand shore watches the tides in awe,

and is washed away when there is  tempest in the sea;

For in affection there is no might,

And if it is, there is no solicitude!

A foliage tilts in harmony with soft breeze,

and splits away when the winds blow rough;

For in espousal there is no brutality,

And if it is, there is no hold!

A terrain anticipates meadowy makeover,

and is barren when left unwatered;

For in growth there is no forlornness,

And if it is, there is no emergence!

A nestling learns to fledge on trunks and branches,

and its world falls apart when the tree is axed;

For in acquisition there is no severance,

And if it is, there is no fosterage!

A star is born to disseminate radiance,

and is lost in the maze of darkness of a cloudy night;

For in concord there is no tyranny,

And if it is, there is no gleam!

A worshipper bows to attain salvation,

and is damned when his soul swans;

For in submission there is no greed,

And if it is, there is no devotion!

Every little thing breathes in unison with the other

as the breath cannot be completed by one;

For in The Universe there is no sovereignty,

And if it is, there is no Unite!