Between old trees I sowed seeds one eve I watched them woke as warmth grew savage; Out from the coats sprouted wreaths of leaves, Came starry nights, welcome to teenage. I knew sooner I could see them grow. I could feel them dreaming from within. I could smell an odor that I know. The scent of teen spirit from their skin. I wondered if they're dazzled like me When the night skies would be filled with stars. Were they keeping undersoil mem'ries? Have they known of teenage being scarce? Because I know; time will make us go. And when all the leaves fell, I follow.
When things make me melancholic, I go to the sea, look at the stars, and think of leaving. This poem is most especially about the reminiscence of my childhood and teenage and the memories I hold on to and live on.