I am a forest green leaf upon a great big sequoia tree.
Gently streaming the air, hovering over the sea.
Wither I may in the sky as I go.
Silent decay as I swing and I flow.
Campaigning alone, call this journey a solo.
At the end of the day, there's no change on my show.
And the closer I get to sinking inside the sea.
The more I cease with life, but it's okay, I came from a sequoia tree.
Jun 10, 2019
Jun 10, 2019 at 10:26 AM UTC
I am a forest green leaf upon a great big sequoia tree.
Gently streaming the air, hovering over the sea.
Wither I may in the sky as I go.
Silent decay as I swing and I flow.
Campaigning alone, call this journey a solo.
At the end of the day, there's no change on my show.
And the closer I get to sinking inside the sea.
The more I cease with life, but it's okay, I came from a sequoia tree.
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