Leave the leaves to breeze,
Because the trees relieve leaves
From limbs who bend to break,
Then mend to make the new trees,
For new leaves to be set free.

To take new from old,
True from told,
And observe the curve of a circle that meets
At a point where nerve seeks heart beat and comes around again
To be found again
By the man who looks enough to look around again.
Just to see this seed just needs to find the ground again

The seed just needs the ground found again.

Instead, you take the newly freed seed,
Coming from a windy seed sea,
And sweep away the day this seed set free could see and dream
Of the tree that this seed could one day be
To shade the day away
From the man who sees this seed's dreams as reality.

But this seed needs to breathe...
To breathe in and breathe out,
And the breath is coming from the lips of a man equipped with a list
To cut this seeds wish
With words that come from another's mouth.

What's done is done.
The sun can see itself in a place it's never seen before.
The ground shines green from the space in between
Where the light is,
And where this tree used to be before.

And the seed?
No, no,
The seed is free,
Floating away in a sea of dreams
While the tree from which it came to be
Met it's demise,
Severed ties.