everyday
I am becoming more abroad
strong and beautiful because she isn't worried about herself
but the world.
everyday
I am sittting, climbing more into that huge tree
a tree of wisdom, a strong tree
I am an adult that climbs this tree now
and that changes everything
and I'm too far up to turn start climbing down
I would probably fall
resting on this branch its stable and comfortable.
It's warm and loving, it whispers.
and I don't know if I want to stay in this dark fascinating tree
no, I do.
I want to see what the view has to offer at the top
I will die at the top, with this tree as my witness.
I look down through the bugs and branches, and I see home
no, where i was that wasn't home.
I see the past, and I see what I know.
I trust the aire will tell me what to do.
