An Apple Fell

Nature.

And when the man got up and sighed,

Taking out his axe.

He shot the bird and cut the tree,

Back down to relax.

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And the next day, did the same,

Only to reload.

The song was dead, the tree aflame,

And he hit the road.

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The tree grew back, a bird arose,

The man starved not far.

A song was played, an apple fell,

That is how things are.

Reviews

[emmajoygreen]

And so it goes, metaphorically and historically: tear down the needed if you must but, think: the more you hurt and kill, the weaker you become. Cruelty, spite and arrogance tears the spirit apart until there's nothing left

'The tree grew back, a bird arose,
The man starved not far.
A song was played, an apple fell,
That is how things are.'

[John the Baptist]

A nice picture of the ongoing way of life in this physical sphere. The more things change, the more they stay the same.