I was up on a tree,
Whispering melodic sound on the sea;
Angels begun singing on my ears,
I produce a valley of tears;
I was confuse for a moment,
Anguish is everywhere on my movement;
I remember being thrown on despair,
Heaven or hell I can compare;
I was up on a tree,
Hearing soft sound of playful bee;
I glimpse and found those flowers,
They grew perfectly fine just somewhere;
I watch those who circulates me,
From that huge, tall tree;
Now I'm seeing beyond those dreary,
After all, its a beautiful scenery;
*I tried to be positive even for once...
