The old pear tree

One night,

a larger branch broke,

in the old pear tree.

For months and years

horse ants prepared this.

During the day the rain added

that fatal weight.

In a few years

my branch will burst.

Doubt has eaten of its interior.

The rain of daily worries add weight

Life is over.

nothing more that day.

Confident the globe will remain.

Even if man makes that place uninhabitable.

Ants will survive