Anyways, enough rambling. Here's the poem, hope you enjoy! And as always I am open to any discussions or thoughts anyone might have.
"The Tree of Life"
What's this about the tree of life?
Ok, so trees grow tall
Trees grow deep underground
But they don't talk or move
Except in the wind of course
If this so called tree of life could talk
It would probably just reminisce about days of old
It would tell of all the people
The people who passed them by
Sat beneath their shade
Climbed their stable branches
So alright, this tree is stationary
We as humans could come and go to it as we please
We could as it how and why, who and what
How it spun out of control
Why the world became this crazy spinning wheel
Who made the rules of this insane asylum we call reality
What has happened that resulted in such a gray, unintended present
Maybe even give us our roots
How we got to be who we are
Me and you, and even that guy over there
Sometimes all you need is this
Sometimes all you need is this
This stationary, rooted element of mystery
That's right, it is a mystery
But even so,
The only one who knows
Knows the ways of the world
Now to come and want to share
Share with us this lowly race
The one that brought our world to disgrace
How can we deserve such an honor
The honor of getting to know this being
This being called the tree of life
