'Tis mans lot at times...
to wander through silent wildernesses,
where a falling leaf is echoed,
where pain floods through an intake of breath,
from a grain of sand trodden under foot ;
to suffer lonliness,when alone or not ;
seldom understanding the difference
between lonliness and lonely,or
that stillness is different to not moving,
and true growth is always slow.
To walk in darkness , though the road is lit,
'tis mans lot at times.
Carrying past baggage is always heavy,
man was not made to carry such,
in time he may learn the secret of nature,
of all creatures great and small ,
man cannot stand up tall until
he has fallen and bled the tears of his soul
in time he will realise
an apple is only truly ripe when it falls.