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Here's a limerick to share with you, of an unending cycle we all can view, with joy and great pain, again and again, on loop, "rinse-repeat", and renew! A sapling springs forth from the soil, The beginning of a life full of toil, a rose, "Possibly..." or perhaps a small tree? a surprise, either way, I won't spoil! Well, along came a rabbit, golden-hued, blood-covered from the youngling he chewed, it peered at the sprout, approached it with doubt, then eyed a new target and pursued. So, then came a wee little rat, who left the city because of a cat, so in the wilderness he fled, until the snake bit his head, and then that's the end of that. That sapling, it grew over time, stronger, meaner, and riddled with grime, calling ravens its way, blinding people all day, the sapling, now tree, in its prime! Then a band of hunters appeared, "It's time," the tree, Man-Shik, had feared, with a wail and a crack, the tree took a "THWACK!!", defeated, the tree disappeared. So now we have fresh marks: "Il san", and the hunting goes on and goes on, and sometime very soon, perhaps the next "moon", I'll be Ee stat or beyond! Kettsakatu | |