Apples will fall from trees and land with a thud against the earth,
but she may not like the constant beat against her chest.
Can we understand
death when we can’t
even listen to the cadence of its changing melody?
Furthermore, the fire’s always burning,
granted we aren’t sure who started it.
He insists that we should listen to his judgement without
idolizing his actions, however many would start
jumping if he had asked them to take their lives.
Killing….and
lively as we are, the world is filled with anger and the apples keep falling,
many of them smashing the grass beneath them over.. And over.
Never ending.
Our chest is tired! We
plead, yet the fire has burned even brighter and
quietly we listen to the lonely sound of it’s crackle.
Recently, I have come to understand (the earth) in her
struggle living with the life that she encompasses.
Tirelessly she listens never able to guide us or help us
understand how to help her… how to help ourselves.
Vocally, we aren’t there for each other when we should be.
Why is it that we continue to fall against the earth? Although, une
xpectedly the earth continues to catch us. “Thank
you,” I say to her, “I know we continue to fall against you. I recognize your
zeal, and hope maybe one day we will figure it out ourselves.”