The wilderness pushed against the fence
Wild green against the rusted links of chain
Pushing through
Crawling under
Climbing over
Crumbling down
Toppling apart

Control that which your powers allow
Let everything else go
The craft is only perfected
By the ability to let energy flow

Take a deep breath until
You can't hold it any longer
And as you finally release it
You’ll be gasping ever stronger

Trees fall, some burn
Some are diseased or infested with worms
Yet you are a tree rooted in your own beliefs
Never letting go of a single leaf

Concentrate on who you are
But meditate on who you desire to become
Knowing the power of reality
And the power of creation are one

Do you ever wonder if the bees get drunk?
And make themselves a poison honey,
From the sickly sweet nectar
Of the nightshade flower
In the midnight field
Bumbling about
Buzzzing here
And there
Drunk