there once was a peasant

who would come to walk a long road

on his way he took a rest settled down

he pulled an apple from his knapsack

and ate of its fruit

when finished he left only a core

and tossed it to the ground

he quickly commenced upon his way...

with what was left of itself

the apple bore life to the two tiny seeds left within

they sprouted and took root

and grew into two magnificent trees

they needn't be tended by the peasant

his new life made little matter to these them

the last efforts of that apple

gave rise to something great

god and mother earth tended these new trees

made their limbs sturdy no storm could bend them

they grew strong...

rushing to sew new oats

the peasant was quick to fail

the crops would yield no good unto him

the peasant would die hungry

and never taste of their success

this is what we get for being careless

casting off what we pay little mind to

but we all pay the price

some of us

pay dearly