There was a time
When I believed
That trees with their far reaching eaves
Somehow spoke
Of the roots that branched out below
Like a secret beauty
Bringing life to the leaves resting
Hoping that somehow, someday
The things that I had buried
The secrets that had been weighing on me
Could become the life giving roots
Bringing rest to the wilting fruits
Yet they kept falling
Rotting
Only providing
Food for the worms below
So in the end
Dreams are to be believed
But reality isn't so forgiving