The nature of Existence

A little squirrel
Got into a quarrel
He started his day
thought he could make hay
but instead was told he was gay

Haha!  cried the mighty tree
In my kingdom you are free
Until you flee
from toil and tyranny
But its all here you see
you only have to say it like me

Hail thee, Oh great wisdom!
Knowledge of ages and queen peace torn,
The king now comes with power
And the soul he commands by the hour
What will you do my love?
Like a fish sheltered by a cove

Why does this place have so little?
Now left of what was never so brittle,
Its a short burst of joy with which we applaud
The condition of our simple lives we live in fraud,

Be true, be just, be just to be,
Be simple, be humble be scared of thee,
The almighty is not one who kills for free.
He is she and she is he, only just be, just be.