The fichus tree grew large,
Larger than it was,
Encouraged by the roots we cut
And the branches we severed.
It became a giant in our eyes.
We made more of its shade
Than of the sky,
And more of its size
Than of the nests it provided,
So much more that, when it had
Crowded out our houses
And taken all our light
We were so displeased it hadn't grown more,
That it hadn't yet conquered the planet.
