move an inch, change the world

the view's contingent upon where you're standing. all you see are the shaking leaves, while I see the old man at the bottom shaking the tree desperate for an apple. when I look at the river I see beauty and serenity. the search and rescue team sees the green and bloated murder victim lying face down at the bottom. there may be "beauty in the breakdown," but there's tragedy in the beauty be wary, be wary