the daydream times of dendron town. part one

Pieces of missing simplicity

To be;
The leave and me.
We are one,
We both have veins,
we both need water.
We breath each others exhale.
Holding onto the tree of life.
When we let go;
We choose to fall
Or we choose to fly.
You worth more to life than you can ever imagine.
So fly;
Grow;
Make room for a Smile...
In the life of the leave and I.
You never know the day of the tornado
You never how it will blow.
Taking away the pieces of your heart and soul.
And sweetness dries up and tastes like bitter coal.