The tree fell
screaming silently
dreaming of what was not to be.
On the forest floor
it screamed no more and dappled light fell into its night
this is the end of it
we grow a bit
live a bit and bitten by the axe
we die
a lot.
Forget the tree
analogy
antipathy will always rule
man the thinker
man the fool
the tree's the school if we but knew.
Hew away
take a little every day
and we will also fall
unto the floor
is this what life is really for?
grow and cut
cut and grow
and before we go leave some seed
life needs these beads of sweat to water yet another tree
and if no tree
where will we be?
but on the forest floor.
May 17, 2013
May 17, 2013 at 9:10 AM UTC
The tree fell
screaming silently
dreaming of what was not to be.
On the forest floor
it screamed no more and dappled light fell into its night
this is the end of it
we grow a bit
live a bit and bitten by the axe
we die
a lot.
Forget the tree
analogy
antipathy will always rule
man the thinker
man the fool
the tree's the school if we but knew.
Hew away
take a little every day
and we will also fall
unto the floor
is this what life is really for?
grow and cut
cut and grow
and before we go leave some seed
life needs these beads of sweat to water yet another tree
and if no tree
where will we be?
but on the forest floor.
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