Stars
Stars light up the skies with serenade and, though sickly, they seem to glow, they spread their glistening hope
Waiting for the perfect moment, the right time, the product of opportunity to human eyes, human knowledge surpasses the understanding of the possessors
But one day the stars crash down, breaking the tides with will and force, just let them take their course for now, and linger on the bend until the time comes for the stars at will, to finally glide in the break of day, and run upon the fields.
The Tree
What is the point of singing a dry tune? It
is a waste of human capability,
a lazy soul has no use, and an inactive
body is the bane of all human knowledge.
without a will to work hard, you are nothing
A piece of glass on a street. An inflated
Head can kill, in the worst ways possible
Even if you're cautious, it takes you by
the neck every time. They murmur, even the
Strongest individual will crumble up their
souls with discouragement and hate.
Need not fear, my child, allow them
to murmur about you for now. Time shall
Mend all wounds,
But at midnight the wound sprouts again
Even if you've stitched it up, even
though you did all you could, it sprouts
I had a wound like this, and it never left...
had I been more careful, I blamed myself, it
Weakened my faith, crushed my willpower
I knew the days I cried didn't matter, I
knew what would happen after, and so did
you, you promised to never leave me, you
would never let me go, you
never did. Why didn't you
leave me to dry up and wither like the rest?
What is your motivation for straying? It
Is not prosperous for you, are your standards
a low, dim rooted
tree? A tree that managed to prosper
without any help, no one supporting
its roots? A strong tree has an independent
Seed, a seed that needs no water.
I am the tree, and my seed is strong.
