Saturday, January 5, 2013

The forest

I'm sick of you being the miser wiser 
The one who knows all
6 feet 5 inches tall
Your older by five and somehow you know 
My path and everyone's and how they should grow
My branches connected to you in a natural way
Chemicals and bad weather has pushed them away
You call to me in wonderment and blame the weather on me
But we're both in the forest and 2 different trees 
You grew in view amongst all to see
And the darkness of the shadows started to kill me
So I was told not to grow beneath your limbs
And so my roots grew within
And the sun came by and rained light over me
And the roots of my soul broke oh so free
Rain from the tears of relief covered the leaves
And then rainbows shined above and let go of the grieved
The colors so bright like heavens of above 
My tree is alive because of true love 

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

True lover