I have seen the stars but not the night
Neither did the moon nor the sun lit a shining bright
Next thing I knew I was laying on this tree of white
Just to loom about til the butterflies took their flight

Now as I sat there waiting to arise
Someone threw me a thorn from a cold velvet rose
Never did I hesitate to put that thorn on my brows
For I knew who was whom and never uttered a close.

And then suddenly I came accepting the truth;
A truth that once bloom from a never lasting loop
Yes I know!
For it must be a part of my root
For the last thing I knew,
I am now the tree;
Once that white-flaked fruit