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.