(Love Tree by Bent Fork from Scenic Reflections ) It is Love, spoke the child. No. You can’t love someone like that yet, you’re a child, said the adult. It is Love, spoke the child. No. It’s not love until you’re old enough to know what it really is, said the adult. It is Love, spoke the child. No. Love is a tricky thing, be careful or you’ll get hurt, said the adult. It is Love, spoke the child. No. I thought the same when I was your age, but it’s not, said the adult. It is Love, spoke the child. No. You can’t know Love until you’re older, until you’ve lived, said the adult. It is Love, spoke the child. No. Love doesn’t happen that way, it’s much harder, said the adult. It is Love, spoke the child. No. It isn’t. That’s just puppy love, not real Love, said the adult. It is Love, spoke the child. No. It is not Love between young kids, it hasn’t had time enough to blossom, said the adult. You’ve grown too bitter, too harsh in your affectionate
(The Weaver's Song)