To be or not to be... What is it that is so captivating of a tree The plants that stand in Noble stance To have no eyes But to see more than the eyes can see To uphold a roof that all dwell under Filtering the abominations in the sky What would we be without air... We must take time to slow down and care The buffet for our lungs to sing what must be sung and to feed the flame of the Mighty bright heat of a fire that perspires to warm my flesh An invention of the gods to make variant dishes more edible that aren't so fresh The guiding light in dark cold nights To lead me to the water that baptizes my organs to keep me floating in a mental elemental paradise Oh how wise to recognise and appreciate the fate of the gifts in this elemental paradise The soul glides through it's endeavors The ether it's home Come back to me and melt with the crone