The two
One seeking, one looking to be found
The two
Have one, an ache that is anticipation
The two
The Carpenter and the Oak.
Seemingly symbiotic loving,
But what materialized, the end indeed
Chameleon loving.
In all hues, till death
And in death, see the hues, now blackened.
At first sight, as we know, love
Thus began the fairytale
Man and the Oak
Leaves evergreen, nature’s centerpiece
And in her wait to be adored
In her wait to be found
She anticipated gratitude.
Man and his cherished Oak
Man, very much in control
Oak, naively besotted
Oh he changed her!
And she didn’t mind, because love…
Each day he carved her
An edge here, a curve there
Man, the Carpenter
Man, the Refiner
He wanted her perfect
Her beautiful flaws, he smoothened out
He wanted shine
Her grainy appearance, he glossed up
Man and his polished Oak
His anticipation, that his efforts be rewarded
And that was so, by his “work of art”
But what happened next
Tragic, love so tragic!
He, Man, sought after another Oak
He, Man, gave her out, without blinking
And her forever now,
Anger, resentment, shame and unhappiness
Trapped in a cocoon
Stripped of raw beauty
Exposed, and he, Man, had not cared
Man and His Oak
This is what he did to nature.
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