The Gong continued to ring and the Bell continued to toll.
Together they were harmonious, though neither understood the other.
Because one preferred tulips, the other, daisies.
But far too often creativity and apathy co-exist.
Pushed together, it can be overwhelming.
If I listened too intently it was muffled, like looking through your window.
The pearly gates are just too bright and could use a coat of paint.
Besides it was too early in the morning to pay attention.
So the leaves just rustled all day, never settling.
And he's quick with his hands, and you're quick to question.
Never forget that it's all in the head, no matter what they claim to know.
Because a second helping is a compliment, a third is considered rude.
The Trees, they tried to chirp like the birds, though the Rocks seemed to accomplish more.
The solidity seemed to be a factor in their favor.
So the Trees continued to grow. Twisting and leaning with the wind.
With eyes closed, and shoes unlaced, the wait for spring had already begun.
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