It hung glittering on the tree of life;
So hollow, so fragile;
It was placed there for mere decoration;
Such a loss, such a waste;
Mass-produced to reflect the culture's taste.
It was sold, in a box of plastic worth;
So gorgeous, so clueless;
It was deadweight on the branch it clung to;
Such a shame, such a fall—
Dropped and shattered to pieces, large and small.