The seeds

Of the tree

Grew strong

With hope and optimism

Sunlight and water

Showered the seedling to life

As the tree grew

So the world changed

And no longer needed a tree

It needed a table

So the tree in

It’s most innocent hour

Surrendered to the knife of the

Searcher

Capital seeker

And with the tree down

A family will gather around

A forgotten piece of life

Yet in this grey space of confusion

Is where I am lost for words

For the way of life can be short and fast

Or not

So to learn what we can

While we can

Is what we can

Do