The Fruit Of The Tree

[a metaphoric expression of our time?]

If allowed to recede to memory of ancestral mind

There comes a landscape of a different kind

A landscape with field to give plenty

Wisdom abounds amongst many

Rejoicing in the happiness from which they thrive

Sharing in all the goodness of feeling alive

But then one amongst the many

Saw he could have plenty

By planting the seed thought benign

But in truth the opposite did find

For from his fruit of this seed, all did fest

By this - his evil ways did manifest

Now with millennia of years having been past

Orchards of this fruit barring tree are wide and vast

And though this farmer of evil may now be dust

His nurtured evil of greed thrives amongst the many of  us

Being transplanted, cultivated and nourished

So amongst all peoples it still can flourish

To what blithe will this fruit tree of evil ever submit

How will true goodness again be forever conscript?   

To regain the landscape of a loving kind

The seed of goodness in all we must seek to find

A landscape nourished to produce goodness and plenty

Giving up this new found wisdom to amongst the many

Then to rejoice in happiness and love for all generations to thrive

To again share in all the goodness - of Being-s alive!