Fallen tress make the best seats
Even though they're deceased or diseased
They have the ability to please and appease
The weariness of our minds
For it is when we
Find oursevles in solitude
That we realize who we are
The things we desrie
The people we love and cherish
The emotions that have come and gone
Everything falls short of the fallen tree
Even though it's so close to the ground
It leaves its mark as the leaves leave the bark
And that may not seem like much
But to the tree
This is everything that once was and
Everything that will be
And as the sun pierces through the branches
Like clouds pierced with bullets,
It shines on the life
That was and is
Everything
