The blighted leaf will fall the same
to lay beneath from where it came
and those alike that shared its name
no longer shall its sickness shame
All glory whether green or gold
lives but short span the truth be told
and losing purchase on its hold
becomes as mulch in Gaia’s fold
© Wolfgar 2019
That great equalizer takes all. What is bent, twisted, blighted still nourishes, protects the soils that not a grain erode.
I believe we are all equal, it is only perception which dostorts the fact.