The Human Doesn't Fall Far From The Tree
Stop I have always loved you Tall pine, ringed, and doomed Forever rooted in where The seed was scattered Long ago, you are bound To tradition, fate, and habit All horrific Your soil is dry and graying I would Cut you down And carry me with you if I could But you were here Long before I came around And your roots Are spread too far For me to haul you to safety And better earth.
