The Fall

Sailing through the air, cast on the green
Apple falling from the mother tree
Orphan of the fall don’t cast envy
A father you had not but you’ll someday be
Forgotten fruit decayed into the earth
Brother seeds estranged at humble birth
One took root in shade, one poached by a bird
One withered away, one felt its worth
Etched into the fabric of the earth
Are lessons you must formulate to words
The oak that stands encroached upon by none
May lift its limbs unhindered towards the sun
Under the deep and darkest night
There hides a flickering candlelight
Its name is Truth, it waits for you
To come, to come, to come
Under the deep and darkest night
There hides a flickering candlelight
It waits for you, but it’s fading soon
So run, so run, so run