Its tall, leafy womb, arms raised to the
sky as life begins to bloom – a berry
is born while seen by every eye
This same first form we share, every
human being alike; with a mini baby
mulberry, hanging from a tree.
But humans don’t grow on trees,
just like the money in which they trust. For
our birth was not displayed, nor in the heights
of a tree where all mankind can see.
Yet with this wealth we make our boast;
the rich man is esteemed
by his wealth and power and great strength,
he thinks himself supreme. How silly this must
seem to a tiny mulberry on its tree – that the man
who began as a cluster of cells the size of a speck
that no eye can see, thinks himself greater than
The modest mulberry, born on a tree.