The blistering red of heat in the sands
It brings a cold sense of nothing
You can't do what someone can
The journey of resisting self placement in nonexistent sides
The piranhas don't come to devour you
Smile then swallow you whole
In the land where yellow tulips come to full bloom
The journey of unveiling the white outside the black hole
Deviousness in the deafening twister circling around, above and below
Nowhere to hide in the dark
Is it the dark or is there a glow?
The journey of peace in a devoid
A shaking creeped and crawled
Here it is; take a look
Despicable it has been labeled
It is here just for you
Not for what you have been thinking
Remember the words of "stay still"; it has something to do
The journey of fear and courage both intertwined
The monsters gaunt countless limbs encircling him did not feel extemporaneous
It felt as if there was a regimen, but not just for him
Fickle people recriminated the monster shouting that he was to blame
The tree learned of its munificence
And there it over took the tree
Black filled the air until you couldn't see anything else
The tree was ambivalent
Fearful or hopeful?
The tree felt incorrigible in the mist of emptiness
But it went as quickly as it came
A new field had no paucity of bushes, ponds and flowers resting softly in a cloudless sky
And the tree stood there cradled in the center of the scene
The birds sung a euphoric lullaby
Live life as a tree stands
