I'm in a heart of a tree,
Thoughtless yet thoughtful being,
Where a stagnant melody of silence,
Blossoms with poignant dreams.

I'm in a core of the tree,
Growing in a womb, living thing,
Where I fight against a crave to fly,
To ignite an arabesque of the satin sky.

Upraising under watchful eye of ambiguous fate,
Unaware, uncertain, about flow and change,
Unbounded yet rooted, free yet unable to move,
Wanderer returning home, or one that never left its gate.

Light breeze sparks shiver,
Raise what have sunk in slumber,
Echoing a calling to rush,
Into a golden stream of brightness.

I am in the heart of the tree,
Awake, though it feels like a dream.
Am I the heart itself or merely a child?
My farewell...
                         will it bring my beginning or your demise?