in the beginning, there was a tree
and it was from this tree
that the black bunnies grew
the black bunnies were happy
and soon evolved into bunnies of various shapes and sizes
the bunnies had nothing to worry about, for the great old tree would take care of everything
contented with their lives,
the bunnies learned to stop thinking,
about what laid beyond the great old tree
the tree was all they had
the tree was all they cared
the tree was all they cared
only the bravest bunny would wander off
but not all who wander was lost
7 comments:
what a reflection on reality. :)
hehe.. thanks.. :D
Very envy the bunny,cld let me know where it is so i cld inject some courage from them,ha ha!
kee, they are everywhere :P
The tree... 不好吗？我也好想回归……那颗树……
sometimes, we wander not because the tree is not good enough.. we wander because of the desire to find something better.
perhaps at the end of the day, we will all come back to the tree.
and maybe someday, leave again? And tree will be remaining there. :)
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