Look at the tree see how it sways away its time gently blowing in the breeze not letting go of the earth its spirit is still attached to its reason to move with the wind not letting the wood pecker hurt him or let the bugs kill him he sits there happy he is alive and fully grown to see the sun everyday. but the the winter comes and it sheds its leave not caring how it feels about beyin naked wishing i could be a tree and live life so simple and easy but in the end when u die u become what the tree has a time line in life
