The Story of the Human Race So Far

One night a little pip fell on the ground

and, luckily, there were no birds around.

A breath of wind picked up a maple leaf

and dropped it with the little pip beneath.

That night the pip dreamed she was giving birth

and woke to find she’d sunk into the Earth

and from the clamshell of her little coat

there had appeared a fragile snow-white root.

She sat and wondered what the root could be

not guessing she might one day be a tree,

not knowing she had found the perfect place

as her planet tumbled soundlessly through space.