BONSAI MASTER

Evil was finally having its day.

There simply weren’t enough good men left to oppose it.

The hearts of men were corrupt, competitive, angry…

Yet the master still pruned his bonsai tree.

The streets outside his home were full of rage. Men engaged with police using pitch forks and torches, just like they did in the days of old, yet the master stayed focused. Every day he pruned, clipped and cared for his bonsai tree, which was one of many. His hobby was one that kept his MIND sane. The master stayed in his lane, aligned with his artistry…