Let's Pretend To Be A Tree

How about we pretend to be a tree?
Grow up with me.
Progress with me.

Different species, but same heart to love.
Take time like a turtle to grow, but grow like there's no limit above.

Spend time with me having 0 pair of eyes to look at the clock,
But with the leaves, lets feel each other making our feelings with each other lock.

Talking about roots, lets explore each other's depth,
The depth of cravings, the length of sacrifices, and the vast varied coiled-and-wired breath.

Times are hard, but why not we stand up tall? Together?
Heavy rains, storms, the drizzle, the sun, makes you strong enough to get your courage gathered.
So what if the storms broke us and we lost the battle? Imagine the other trees knowing that you didn't run away, you faced it and won even being shattered.

But oh, being together, we'd never lose it.

What's the point of being together if we were meant to lose?
Nope. It's our unity is what makes our grip tight. A knot is made by making 2 ropes meet. If one of them is missing, its totally loose.

After facing all of them, still standing together is what will make us proud,
Embracing pride together quietly under the silent clouds, instead of being all loud.

Our leaves fall in winter, doesn't mean that I will walk away and leave you?
There's a reason for trees not having feet. They're meant to be faithful, they were meant to stand with the other half as the strong wind blew.

Because soon enough when Autumn hits, the new leaves spring out with a beautiful hue change,
Change that lures the viewers, range to range.

There'd be a time for all of that to come to an end.
Not only those sufferings. But your good times.
Your whole life will descend.

Descending towards the angels that will carry you to the hall of heaven.


So what if you will go away? I don't feel alone. Wasn't it about the long good times, without looking at the clock, spending time together, facing the hardships together, when weren't we together, when?

Rejoice those times. And leave this earth, happily with the Angels of Paradise.
Because as the new morning with the saplings arise,
Hear me creeping in the heaven around you.

Don't you remember? Remember what I said in the beginning?

I don't have legs to run away from you.
But I have roots connected to you.
To smell you.
To feel you.
To reach you.

And as the clouds surround us when we meet,
I'll quietly, whisper to you as the wind would make us rustle,

"Done with the world. Now let's face heaven?"