Heart: Wise one! Hearken to me, for I need enlightening -there stands a tree in a part of me once where flowers of love blossomed and sparrows used to sing to the mornings of eternal spring Now the flowers have wilted the birds have flown from their nests yet the branches continue to grow and the roots still run deep I have not the courage to task myself with its rearing My memories of springtime are still fresh, still endearing
Mind: I'm afraid there is but one cure for this disease Along with the soil that so graciously hosts it, You must uproot this tree and spend the rest of your life as an amputee
The heart is too kind to fell a tree. So the mind added an axe to the shopping list.