How nice would it be to just drop from the tree, fall from forking branches a ripened fruit thudding your weight to earth without distraction, without option–thrust to ground under gravity's current to be gathered up and eaten or left there to decay and deposit that seed from the core of your being into the little plot of your death, lush ring of your composted fertilizing flesh. Patrick Bryant
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In this poem, the speaker describes the ideal life. The speaker is trying to make a point about how perfect it would be if all responsibilities were removed from him and he could simply fall from a tree and die. The ideal life would entail no worries or responsibilities, allowing him to enjoy a long, happy life with no worries or pain.

Source: Hum A Radiant Sickness

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