Dr Abe V Rotor
You live with your shadow from birth to death,
And never fear the seasons come and go;
Your shadow lures many creatures to stay.
Countless birds have made your crown their home,
Nursery to their young and their playground;
And butterflies too, and moths in the night,
You took care of them too, all year round.
Countless birds have made your crown their home,
Nursery to their young and their playground;
And butterflies too, and moths in the night,
You took care of them too, all year round.
Your fault to treat an enemy your friend
Is your doom; benevolence has no heir.
Didn’t Diogenes warn Alexander?
“Just don’t step on my shadow, Sir!"
For greatness is but a cloak, a disguise
Lured by sages of words, fear of the sword;
Oh, tree, you don’t understand us humans;
Maybe - but we can’t understand your word.
Go then, but leave your shadow where it is,
Maybe a seed shall grow on it some day.
And kinder souls may come to rest with awe.
And birds - the young ones before - come to stay. ~
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