thomsen.

When the trees grows,
Such a time when one has its foe.
Fighting against a force so strong,
The only way to survive.
Reaching out to and far to gain,
its strongest bond.

The life of one passes by,
With nothing as beautiful as a butterfly.
Relaxing off the tip of a stray lonely grass,
Wing folded, time passes by.
All you can do is smile and shrug off that laugh.

Breathe the air as if it was your last,
Let your mind trance away in senseless thought.
The world revolves around you, if you let it,
Feel it tingle upon your fingertips.
Hear it buzz gently within your ear,
Never let it compromise your fear.