Two seeds fell from an adult tree.
One grew firm and strong for thee,
The other weak, and tremblingly.
The first gave me a plethora of round lovely pears.
The other tree grew rotten ones; looking like zig-zag stairs.
I need both for food! Advanced my worry and cares.
“what should I do?” I said with a sigh.
Maybe I should chop it; and let it die.
Then I saw something out of one eye;
Vermin were getting into my field!
and eating all my produce the garden did yield.
I started to pray, on my knees I knelled
I then saw something over my shoulder.
The vermin were starting to keel over!
I grabbed my gun,ran outside,growing bolder.
In every mouth of the vermin was rotten fruit.
I laughed and cried, and said with a hoot;
“I’ll never remove that precious trees’ roots!”
I realized then;to look below the surface.
Everything; Everyone; serves a purpose.