The Fight Within ! A bedlam of precise, prickled angles, sparkles in the sun, showcasing shades of green.

In this ravished country, each spiny citizen thrusts itself into the wind, betraying its neighbors for a chance to feed its addiction to light. Just a little closer! If I could just reach! On such a drab, dreary day, the dwindled supply of light exasperates the daily struggle of life for these leaves. Despite the inert glory in this struggle, these pitted warriors quickly pass form the mind of observers. After all why should one consider the skirmish on this bush, rather than that one, or the other? ! No, the Greek serpent Ladon may have drawn Hercules gaze, but it is his golden apples that kept it. Snug among the emerald soldiers lays a different face, softer and fairer. The crimson of the berries begs for ones attention. How often does one encounter such a brilliant hue? Its no wonder these ignited rubies are hidden within, safe from the perils of outside, protected by something more ordinary, more mundane. Men are not so different in hoarding our virtues behind a mesh of rationalizations and vindications. A castle wall should not have to be breeched to learn the kings identity.