Tree split right down the middle
Between grey-black storm clouds
And a yellow lush meadow
Blame it on the lightning
But you should know better
Blame it on the fact that
The roots needed to get wetter
But we all know the division
Was caused by the incision
Of curiosity in paradise
And a clock with a nasty vice

*I set the two earth candles on the mantle without a care
Then placed Saturn in between with a Japanese flair
Unintentional, but I was setting myself a trap
We're all puppets basking in the orange-glow aftermath