One day there is a tree. Times change. Another day there is a log.

None of the critters who give birth to generations in the log ask permission.

None of the plants and trees that sprout up and grow from the log ask permission.

Dead wood doesn't know it is dead when surrounded by so much life and vitality.

It nurtures for a time, then rejoins the floor of the forest, and life goes on.

This post is about the Democratic Party.

If they wisely let nature take its course.