Crowd Control

So dense our roots fight for space Our branches touch, our seeds spread We are all reaching for sunshine We interact with all that embrace us The nests, the webs, the burrows The perches, the dew, the winds And all the babies How come we get lonely? Loneliness is a strange bird The flock may be around you but you fly Your direction is with them though alone Arrive in private, embraced by all Five year intervals embrace the blur The heart beat of the years pounds increasingly Young, old, strong frail, peak, ebb It comes as it goes And is gone as it came