O but then she shook the tree the first fruits to fall were not his best so quickly they betrayed the depth of his roots did he forget the weight of his words did he forget that they should grow slowly did he fail to show her that he kept his most sacred fruit for her hidden among his branches could she not see the hard beauty at the places where his limbs had been cut would she leave him there alone to spoil unable to chase her and only gaze towards the bramble the last place the light touches