maple tree
by sunshine
decinding into hell i see
a bright and shady maple tree
shady for those who love the dark
bright for the robin and the lark
among its tangled branches
adventerous children take their chances
some fall and some die
some sit and watch and never try
those who reach the very top
are to adventerous to know when to stop
they also fall to their tragic deaths
innocence is the preditor more or less