These five yards,

Under the same sun,

Different to each other

yet the same to some.

The yards argue,

Claim each other`s land.

Intense rivals fight

over useless sand.

United with three,

yard two wins all,

only to turn around

and see itself fall.

Yard three learns,

And conquers all again,

Only to fall on the sword

Of another "friend."

Yard four cleans its sword,

and attacks one.

Years of pointless war,

and both are done.

Yard two comes back

With untold power.

But its instability

now has it under a flower.

Finally, yard five,

waited and thought.

It had nothing to gain

thus nothing was lost.

These five yards,

different to each other.

sought only for themselves

yet they were brothers.