A dark, dark trip.
One that would take years to form,
A singular purpose as to why,
Why let the leaves fall.
Why let the trees break,
Why let the small earthen creatures perish.
A rare occurrence, one with a tree and one without.
A journey that has taken years to form.
A usque in aeternum ending one.
Their seeds of knowledge come combined,
A child is born.
One of flesh and bone,
One of hearts in unsheathed stone,
The Child of the Future.
