Nevermind famine and drought,
some flowers can't help but to burst through asphalt.
Autumn may turn leaves brown orange and gold,
but some stay shining throughout winter's cold.

There are trees that survive hurricanes.
Their roots dig deep
into untouched mineral veins.
Unable to be disrupted by furious winds or rain.
They thrive off the chaos and grow from the pain.

You'll never taste a fruit sweeter than one that's fallen from an indomitable tree.
You'll never know the bliss of climbing to the top of it,
and feeling completely free.

Strong roots dig deep.
They throw out new branches despite their disease.
Those stoic statues that remain steadfast in the eye of a tornado.
Hope is the kind of thing that floats.

Swimming on the surface of shark infested waters.
No amount of teeth can cut through me.
I've got an image that gives me strength,
and an unlimited amount of buoyancy.

Consider this soil fertilized.
I realize life is grown from great seeds.
I've fallen asleep amidst your limbs,
and I'm dreaming of the most beautiful things.