Trust

“The forest was shrinking, but the trees kept voting for the Axe for the Axe was clever and convinced the Trees that because his handle was made of wood, he was one of them.” - Turkish Proverb. 'Worry not my fellow friend' So spoke the trees, 'We hurt not much, For we know, we trust you my dear'. 'My friends may have fallen, But we live in each other, Our hearts are united, No matter where we are ,dear' 'I am one of you, Neither lesser nor stronger than you, My blade won't prick you, You'll still be the same' spoke the axe. It was a tragedy in disguise, A murderer impersonating a victim, Broken pieces they fell apart, But not a brittle grief of tear they shed. For their belief in the axe was unyielding, Tougher than the rigid rocks, Mightier than the kings of heaven, Firmer than the bleeding pain. And so the axe did, What it was meant to do, Chopping down the hope, Leaving not one nor any standing last.