Tree's Breath

An idea borne from under, where life subsists

A seedling that needled from birth

Silence is loud for it, grasping for air with no wrists

Calm descends over concept

The idea erupts, fresh air contrasting with the soil

The idea has birthed from concept

But of course, curiosity is a sin

A sole arises and gravity pulls it down

And now the spindly branches rise

Forking out from rejection

Strength grows green and flutters luxuriously in the breeze, a prize

Caressed and cared for every life that comes by

Of course, the golden age will not last evermore

The fresh joy of youth has gone astray

Drawing scars across the face

Growing at the edge of time

But 'til even you gets to reach the age

Of laying down one’s life

Neglection grows from other lives

And down it falls