Archive: November 18

This is the tree of life
And this is how it goes;
No one gets to choose the way in which the cold wind blows.

We can say our branch is strongest
That it's highest and it's best,
But that doesn't change the fact that it's connected to the rest.

So instead of ripping leaves off
Perhaps we ought to stop,
To ask ourselves why we're convinced we belong right at the top.

And in this storm that we're creating?
Well, the best view will be the worst.
For when the lightning finally strikes

It strikes the top branch first.

~e.h


(Last edited Nov 18, 2019)