A Poem about change
It isn't like it used to be
So says the sage and the apple tree
There's so much change, The young are wild,
The words are all different,
The leader's a child.
But truly it is like it used to be
From age to age just like a tree.
There's no knew thing under the Sun
Each age says the same
About the next one.
Each year the leaves will turn and fall
And then they return as though not gone at all.
The child will grow to be the sage
And so, it continues from age to age.
Will the fruit that you drop become a tree?
Will it build a child or help him to see?
Or will your fruit lie rotten all over the ground?
These things you must ask
As you circle around. -DH