POETREE

I planted a tree on top of the world.

Shading in everything that seems broken and torn.

But no amount of light I feed it.

It seems to only thrive when I've been cryin.

Shoulders aching from the weight of the Earth.

Been like this since birth.

If I was destined to plant this tree.

Then I'll do everything from within me,

To keep the shadows at bay and

To set the pain free. 

Here I planted this tree.

Ontop of what had pained me.

I'm no longer in need of this heartache.

Because I know what could have been at stake.

FAITH

HOPE 

FATE 

LOVE