On the Fence

I was explaining to my niece the other day that cardboard boxes comes from trees and she was absolutely fascinated. I also pointed out that the table came from a tree, the staircase came from a tree and a newspaper came from a tree as well. What I should have asked her was where did she think that boxes came from. And of course, wood is still decaying whatever state it’s in; especially if it’s outside. And where the knot in the wood sits could have once been a pair of eyes. And what once might have swayed in the wind must forever remain fixed in the ground. But now that man has shaped it to the dimensions that he has desired; it’s fixed in time until the elements themselves decide to relieve their former comrade. And after that, eventually it is left to rot into the ground from whence it came.