I am a tree half shrouded in darkness
Half of my branches linger on the sun's kiss
While the others cry from joy when it snows
My branches creek when the wind blows
I have lived a far longer life than I've had roots
I feel old
I was a seed
I have so many yet so few a need
Blown by wind and glass
Watching the sky and the time pass
My life really has barely begun, and yet
I feel old
I was a sprout in a forest old
