the tree carries its fruit like a burden,
rotten, many lay strewn on the ground,
branches hang low with responsibility;
i feel the urge to free this tree
of the ripe bounty that dangles
just on the verge of rot…
but still, i pass it by,
unwilling to intervene
with the cycles of nature.


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