It’s not all heavy
It’s not all lost.
There is beauty to be had
joy begging to be taken
ripe fruit hanging from the tree
waiting to be enjoyed
to drip down your chin
sweetness a reminder
of the bliss that awaits
if you just reach out
and pluck it from the swaying branch.
Keep your talk of rotted trunks
and greedy insects
and the risky climbing of trees
I’ll be reaching through the leaves
finding sweetness in the orchard
that waits for me.