Reading this, I was hyperlinked to this, which was so good I immediately upgraded to a subscription. It all starts with a poem:
You Can’t
translated by Fady Joudah
They will fall in the end,
those who say you can’t.
It'll be age or boredom that overtakes them,
or lack of imagination.
Sooner or later, all leaves fall to the ground.
You can be the last leaf.
You can convince the universe
that you pose no threat
to the tree's life.