I fist grew from a seed
deep down inside
and first saw the light
as a fragile sprout
sheltered by other plants
still i had to face the seasons
for many years
so many things have happened
My family we 're my roots
and from there,
I'd carefullybuilt my growth upward
towards the sky
but my efforts got divided
into many many branches
and I never came close
Roads lead to somewhere
and some roads lead to Nowhere
lessons learned are forgotten
like a road taken over
by the forest.
This tree grows in strenght
not in flexibility
it has a thick bark
and many rings of age
but it has grown
crooked twisted and parasite ridden
It once had leaves
to protect it's intimity
but now the winter"come
and they've come to take it down
set it afire
and watch it burn to coal
and ashes.