Spine on earth to see sunlight watching back at me lives and loves are fleeting as breeze through unfurled leaves a trunk may scar in storm to heal and grow toward life a tree never dies whispers in the wind even though it falls to feeds growth anew as joy must breed sorrow peace born from war to suffer is to live for it is not life.
Random tree i walked past filled my head with words. A lesson or creeping insanity? Both perhaps.