Seeing the tree,

Touching its leaf,

Feeling it's bark,

Sensing it's heart.

Hearing the wind,

Tasting the breeze,

My soul it will mend,

It will do as it please.

Throwing a rock,

Watching it fly,

Hearing it drop,

Out of the sky.

As I fall asleep,

In a field of grass,

My happiness it shall reap,

My soul it shall pass.

Some never leave first tee,

As I live my reality.

-TardisRobber