Among all the leaves
Decaying and feeding
There lay one impostor.
One made of plastic
Refusing to change
Littering the forest floor.
Not giving.
Only absorbing precious sunlight
And not doing anything with it.
Not feeding.
Not changing.
Not growing.
Do not be an impostor
Because they are the true
Freeloaders.
They may look fresh.
They may look rich.
They may even look perfect.
But perfection lays in the balance
That the impostor
Interrupts.
Are you an impostor?
Or are you imperfect
And a part of the dance?
Brigid Faye, Reader 
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