Imagine the mind as a tree and the brain as a seed.
The mind is made by the brain as the tree is made by the seed.

Imagine routes growing amongst hostile environments,
akin to thoughts that germinate in the mind of another.

A thought formulates from the combination of accepted truths that spirals out of control like the tree and it's roots.

Yet these moments are only revealed when the earth is disturbed,
if not they still grow but remain unheard.

Thoughts forceful through pastures,
it's in the nature of the living to overgrow and expose like an explosions aftermath.

Repressed and unchosen, but even the best storms pass,
give life to the grass and the elements that surround sound.

The seasons change like the reasons to live again.
The bony tree branches shake away the secrets of human beings leaving footprints underneath that intersperse the leaves.
Like a strong breeze.

Imagine a human being as a growing tree,
naked underneath without the leaves;

The leafs fall in time and reveal the skeletons of the human mind forgotten thoughts of friends and enemies both left behind.