A conversation between wood be brothers

A conversation between wood be brothers

I feel my lower left root is being glib says tree
He speaks to me in rhyme
And says quite poetically that I echo the voices of lost generations
But I think he might be calling me hollow
And he reminds me constantly I am losing leaves too early in fall
I swear I'm going to unleash woodpecker on him

Oh tree you are all bark and no bite says flower
Do not bring yourself down to left roots level
You know he is a shallow fellow
And lazy at that
Right root is always bent out of shape
Picking up slack from left roots laziness
Who digs his heels in the dirt
When the the wind blows hard and there is extra work

I guess so flower says tree
How do you get along so well with all the other daisies
You all are so damn cheerful
Your synthesis is truely inspiring

Well we lean towards the sunny side of things as a whole says flower
Turn our backs for too long on the brighter side of life and problems stem

Yes I guess you are right says tree
I should rise above roots low bald tactics
But you know me I've always been a little knotty

Written on recycled paper by Calamity Gin