The expanded fields are best described as very lush and so green.
This early morning, two young lads and his proud father can be seen.
As young as this early day, the children will go smile and play.
The red sun coloring the wide skies and all the clouds in between.
The two young brothers enjoy themselves and are tickled with such glee.
The early orange morning sky with shady clouds their company.
They run to the top of a hill, crisp air gives their soft skin a chill.
And at the summit, they toss a plane and watch as the craft flies free.
The small contraption, made of wood and paper, slices through the breeze.
With smart design and sharp wings, it flies right through with relative ease.
It lands on flowers, found in spades, amongst the meadow of green blades.
Viewing their creation's apparent success, they are quite so pleased.
With a light grin placed on his face, the dad seemed filled with joyous pride
In the grass, a father with his active sons standing by his side
In his uplifted sense of joy, he applauded both of the boys,
And he fetched the makeshift airplane so he could again see it glide.
When they retrieved the craft, the two young lads started to make a plan.
They saw a tall, sturdy, rugged oak decorated with leaves stand.
One suggested to the other, in regards to his dear brother,
"See that oak? I think it will fly from the altitude up there, man."
The kids approached the brown giant of bark and started to ascend.
As they climbed the stairs of thick branches, their grasps caused each twig to bend.
So they arose from the dense roots and up to the canopy's fruits
And to the tree's farthest reaching arm and up to a branch's end.
Taking aim, one of them tossed the plane, but compromised his balance.
He nearly took a fall to his demise due to his awkward stance.
But thanks to his brother's arm length and him exerting all his strength,
He survived and was pulled back up on the thick, grooved, brown oak branch.
All of this oh so sudden and quick, and he exclaimed "Goodness, me!"
He sees the distance which was quite far and climbed back up on the tree.
He just came to an abrupt stop when he thought of the dreaded drop.
Obviously, it was quite a fright for father and progeny.
Their father ready to rescue the children came to feel relief.
He pulled them down from that height and calmly brushed off a floating leaf
Said it was good to help each other. They should always work together
And gladly saw that his kids were fine, saving him from a great grief.
"Boys, you have seldom made a plane or craft that could manage to soar.
But unite your efforts together and you'd do more
When the two wings are at balance, you two have a much better chance
You can continue to live life and see your airplanes fly forward."
He picked up the discarded plane and gave it a flying release,
And sent it under the dark wisps. Then, it was caught by a quick breeze.
A leaf followed in the cool wind and caused the plane's free flight to end
It landed in a distant grove of bushy, jade, chartreuse, lush trees.
The man's children, then covered with leaves, scratches, and bruises agreed.
Cameron, the older sibling, swore never to let his brother bleed
The younger Axel shook his hand, standing 'neath that timber so grand
Beautifully displayed that good brotherly love that they did need.
On the way home, Cameron, of darker skin tone and a rougher build,
Teased Axel, who was the younger, but brighter as others would yield.
Cam said he should be more careful. It would have been an unfair fall.
Axel responded by saying, "What? You would rather I've been killed?'
At first, Cameron was light-hearted and he let out a playful laugh.
But it was clear, if that happened, he would quickly regret that path.
No physical pain could compare to the awful, horrid despair
Of losing his loved one to a tragic accident like that.
At home, their lawn was but a gathering of shredded blades and soil.
Paint peeled off walls, tainted windows, life in that house not royal.
Their spending was often frugal. At times, life was very brutal.
At times when funds and finances were tight, they were in quite a toil.
The boys would start working at young ages and steadily mature.
And make time for school to open doorways for their distant future.
Yet, those two, still they always dreamed, it wasn't as bad as it seemed.
They had each other for all of time. Of that, the boys always felt sure.
Amongst themselves, they took it easy and were at calm tranquil peace.
But the boys were not friends to all and they had their own enemies.
A fortitude of ashy bricks, most kids in there acted like dicks.
Essential as it was, they abhorred their schooling facility.
The hallways were filthy. Dust, grime, and stains on the floor and the walls.
Obnoxious students always exclaimed "PENIS!" and spoke of their balls.
The school was a disgusting shame. Alumni treated it as a game.
And not to mention the vulgar etchings made on the bathroom stalls.
The worst was a chubby git known best to be a filthy truant.
He was a short, greasy skinned, beady-eyed, purple-gummed miscreant
His folks did nothing but spoil and fed him snacks rich in oil.
Lucky for him, his parents were wealthy, rich, and quite affluent.
Along came the loud-mouthed bully intolerable to the rest,
Arrogant and narcissistic, convinced he was the very best.
Axel did not seem to approve, while Cam disliked this fellow's groove,
And so as one, they confronted the punk, putting him to the test.
In a school of rowdy males, violence was near always the answer.
In the schoolyard, people gathered and things sparked and started to stir.
Cameron did most fighting in truth, Axel merely punched out his tooth
From the bully's gums, scarlet drained. From his eyes oozed a single tear.
Soon after, puberty struck and Cameron had a helpful head-start
The two of them became rivals of sort and fought with lots of heart
But Father knew well to remind, that they should know when to act kind
Brothers before rivals. Yes, this was advice that sounded quite smart.
Cam was tougher, but Axel steadfastly tended to his studies
Smartest in the entire class, Ax surpassed all of his buddies
But Cam would not choose to secede. He thought and he knew that he'd need
To educate himself, but not in a school that was that cruddy.
Fortunately, a time came about to construct a brand new school.
Cameron and Axel and their father helped and each carried a tool.
The community would improve. Their ranking would certainly move.
Ax and Cameron rivaled each other and prompted a sort of duel.
The least productive would be considered weak and be labeled "lame."
Yes, in all truth, the stakes of this competition were very tame.
But dumb boys being silly boys, they eagerly grabbed their work toys
And immediately refused to be the loser of this game.
The two adolescents at work were honestly quite amateur.
Neither young man were an expert at the art of architecture.
A blank slate with layered gray paste. They would work fruitfully. No haste!
The large field held the phantom of a great school. One with a culture.
Axel was very excited and tried to be so proficient.
Gathering some chalky red bricks, he said "This should be sufficient."
He could envision the domain down to the very last rice grain.
The pasty gray mortar on the ground to start and be efficient.
The hardheaded Cam was only focused on the competition.
He started setting active goals and didn't waste time with wishing.
Sweatdrops flowed about on his brow. The sun's rays were getting hot now.
All this occurred when she distracted him from his dire mission.
Her hair was as pitch black as the dark, starry, mesmerizing night.
Yet like the dawn of the bright day, she seemed to shine like a light.
It sparked in Cam fascination, a subtle want for relation.
To this adored figurine that loving God had placed in his sight.
He saw that her face blushed as pink as the pigment of a cute swine.
Catching conscientiousness, he slipped on his shirt on the dime.
Then, he just continued to stare, he was hesitant around her.
Barely an introduction ensued, but they'd meet another time.
The girl and her nature preoccupied Cam's thoughts and made veins throb.
Axel, on the other hand, was simply focused on his one job.
The day went smooth and time went by; the sun sailed to the eastern sky.
The younger, more active, continued to labor amongst the mob.
The following day, Cameron's head was once again one-tracked and clear.
He woke up early and with stern eyes gave his brother a fierce stare.
Under the poor leaking wood roof, their intense encounter was proof
That their brotherly rivalry was never to just disappear.
Soon came a time where the boys grew up and then became mature men.
The two's physical differences had no significance then.
Both as powerful as an ox, and both as witty as a fox,
Just graduation awaited now with the school finally open.
The brothers continued to live lives that could be described as great.
They were living a life of love with only brief moments of hate.
The mother was simply so glad, and so was their loving old dad.
A solid family unit until the arrival of fate....
The bully whose loss to Cameron and Axel was some years ago
Had it rough since and humiliation became all he would know
Became a corrupt menace that preached revenge and was often mad
Except when he saw a woman. Then the fool would lust for her so.
Axel would be working and studying late for his hardest class.
He had an aerodynamics test he needed so bad to pass.
Just darkness and a weak flashlight, notes scribbled down on that calm night
Till a silhouette in the distance approached what seemed to be a lass.
Ax stared into the blackness and almost recognized the man's face.
He could've sworn that this man here was the exact same old disgrace.
That Cam and he fought in their youth. "What was him? Could it be the truth?"
Now giving a pestered young lady a much unwanted foot chase.
Axel approached the punk with the spirit of a mad protestor.
"Hey," he called, "Knock it off mister because you're being a pester!
Leave the girl be, you no-good jerk! You can be some bad piece of work.
And where you not really going to try and molest her?!"
At that moment, hearing that accusation, the hooligan hopped.
Ready to fight, one on one now, he got angered and his veins popped.
But despite being the weaker, and, by no means, violence-seeker,
Axel succeeded in having the old dreaded ruffian stopped.
The lady, in all of her gratefulness, came to greet her savior.
She felt like thanking the young man for his honor'ble labor.
Clouds in the sky swayed to the side. The moon shone with a glow so white
By the newly built school wall, she thanked Axel for his great favor.
Late that same night, in his own room, Cameron was still up wide awake
Making iterations to the plane, but knew not what to make.
Axel came in and met with Cam, deciding to lend a hand.
With his knowledge, he spouted some plane designs for his brother's sake.
Getting back to their old hobby, now they had even better skills.
Thrust, wind resistance, and drag resistance, and going through their drills.
They questioned just what mattered more? Speed, control, size of corridor?
Every part mattered. When they were done, they began to get the chills.
Flat wings that stretched out body's width. Make the nose broader or more thin?
A prototype plane here and there. Some metal, but most just wooden.
The room was crammed and full of jets, so the two guys just placed their bets
On the best plane models that they would believe could go far and win.
The tree on top of their favorite hill started to sprout soft flowers.
Under the tree, one would see fluffy petals and leaves in showers.
The boys, though, cared not for the fruit, they would accept no substitute
For their love of aircrafts and their gravity-defying powers.
However, as they tossed their flying bodies, there came a problem.
The new additions and the ornaments. All it did was rob them.
Falling straight towards the green ground. The wind blowing them all around.
Every last one had simply failed. But this drawback would not stop them.
To overcome the difficulties, they sat and they decided
For their plane to fly, they had to accept that they'd fail divided.
Only when the wings had balance, otherwise they would have no chance.
No competitions. Work as one or results would be one-sided.
Rivaling efforts became one. They tossed ideas and renovated.
Secrets, knowledge, tools, and tips. These were all things that those boys traded.
An aerodynamic design simply let the craft look divine.
The end result was satisfying. They'd not believe they'd made it.
So they constructed a device of a peculiar design
But they gave it a chance, and it honestly seemed to function fine.
This new prototype was unique, but they worried it was too meek
Imagine their surprise when it easily managed a beeline.
It seemed the control of the weight was crucial and so they took notes.
The material was important as well so they built new coats.
Zealously marked every detail. Improved it so it wouldn't fail.
Until they perfected their prize invention and won both their votes.
Even in their school, students were amazed by their new masterpiece.
They were enthusiastic to see it fly, observe every crease.
Fascination spread like fire. The entire school desired
To get a look. They were anxious to see it be tossed and released.
With awesome designing, it was superb and it was a marvel.
It could revolutionize modern planes because it was novel.
They sent it flying through the air. The travel distance was out there
It flew on the wind for half a mile. Kids bowed to grovel.
Also, amused was the school staff, already impressed by those two.
Their grades were stellar, but now, they've proven to be inventors too?
Colleges offered them scholarships and their parents just hollered!
In years to pass, they'd soon have their name in glory. This was quite true.
Teenage years ended and is replaced by the world of adulthood.
The two still brothers, in spirit, and still brothers by their own blood.
But adulthood has high demands. The brotherhood would soon disband.
Father Time would rob all that which was considered to be so good.
The companies became world-known and the owners were triumphant.
Protecting their inventions with business partners and their patents.
At a young age, they became rich and watched their businesses flourish.
They built great companies with the cornerstone: their airplane blueprints.
On the hill near where he raised his kids, the father received the news.
He was glad to hear this, and he quickly recovered from his blues.
Coping with the death of his spouse, he needed time out of the house.
But he now saw hope in his sons, but one that would be of no use.
Eventually, they became the head of their own franchises
They divided into two and grew companies of great sizes.
Less time for brotherly goodwill. Life was work. Only buy and sell.
Like back in the days where it was about their flying devices.
The competition the two bros fought was different this time though.
There wasn't any more goodwill. Business was all there was to know.
Demands of business were massive. Far more aggressive than passive.
Intense pressures developed but there was no room for love to grow.
Over time, their relationship fell and they become like strangers
To spend any expense on each other now would be a danger.
Family life had disappeared. The love was gone and no one cared.
All there was left to their lives were management and business wagers.
Working, paying, taxes, all that. It consumed the mass of their days
But Axel had time to find a girl who would set his heart ablaze
He met up with his past sweetheart, but doing so just tore apart
Her other lover, Cameron, who met her first in a younger phase.
That mistress that he loved was for him. He felt like he was betrayed.
His very brother stole the heart of his girl, and his life decayed.
The stress ruined his profession, and here is a true confession:
His colleagues and employees questioned his health as Cameron's hairs grayed.
Then came a time when a new plane was needed to be pushed forward
Both made sleek, new models and pushed to have it sent out of their doors.
The wingspan real long,nice, and thin. In it was exquisite seating.
Genius design for traveling through the sky. They couldn't ask for more.
So business on Axel's half boomed with his sleek and fancy new plane.
But they were smart and would wait until selling it. Not greedy for fame.
But Cam was in a stressed-out rush. He took up the chance and as such,
When an inferior prototype came out, they buyers were tame.
Then, one day, it was used, but, luck simply couldn't have been much worse.
Cameron swore it was an omen. Too small a chance. It was a curse.
A meteor from outer space. Of all the locations, why this place?
Smashing the wing of the plane and descending it, covered in flames.
The plane's wing was destroyed and the flying craft went and descended.
Past a hill, over a forest, it hit a tree; the roots bended.
The hill where the two boys would play destroyed by Cameron's plane that day.
It was all gone; the place where loving families once pretended.
It was a curse to him, but a blessing endowed upon his foes.
Greedy persons made no haste with taking advantage of his woes.
Cam's company took all the blame for the passengers burned in flames.
Before Cam could make a defense, his enemies were home and hosed.
The adult world was a challenge that proved to be much too corrupt.
His anger swelled to a point where he was just about to erupt.
But Cameron couldn't make a fix. He was dreadfully stuck like this.
Cameron and his company were ruined and had to go bankrupt.
Once the head of a very successful business conglomerate,
He was surrounded by strangers and all those people that he'd hate.
But he hated his own brother more than he hated another.
In his rancorous animosity, he would off his old mate.
Axel restraining all his hate and wanting to settle a score
Was honestly quite excited when Cameron came to his front door.
So raging arms flew through the air and brought havoc on furniture
A new red coat came to cover all of Axel's wife's new decor.
The wife came running from the kitchen when she heard something shatter.
She saw jade ceramic vase ships inserted nearby his bladder.
Beige carpet shaded bloody red. Two bodies entangled, one dead.
Tears by her wide open mouth after witnessing his last battle.
Cameron, taken away by the police, regretted his actions.
His blood-stained wrists tightly bounded by smooth silvery handcuff chains.
Leaving the wife to cope with grief in her state of great disbelief,
He entered the back of the car and got ready to see prison.
A month in incarceration, a visitor came to see him
He heard the voice of his father, "Can you hear me? It's me, Cameron."
Not mad, but just disappointed. He looked up and his eyes pointed
Straight into his soul and he could not resist the urge to give in.
They had a talk of their hardships and Cameron was made to explain.
He talked 'bout the fight and spoke of the fiery ball and the plane.
The relationship that he built was gone. He wallowed in his guilt.
Just a look from his old father and Cameron knew all of his shame.
The old man closed his eyes and shook his head and he spoke from the core.
"You know, ever since your youth, I've treated life as a metaphor.
When I spoke of wings flying through, I referred to the two of you
To overcome exterior challenges like that meteor.
But in reality you never did build a plane that could soar.
I guess you were just meant to fail. I shouldn't have expected more.
Sorry if I'm sounding too harsh. But when there's murder in your heart,
It's hard for even me to say you have goodness deep in your core."
Cameron accepted this truth. The two "wings" never had their balance.
Due to his stress, the right wing broke. He ditched him, so there was no chance.
So like the plane on that far hill, Where the passengers were all killed.
The tree of their family rotted and it could no longer stand.