
Though we may branch out,
reach for skies, go our own ways—
human roots are one.

Though we may branch out,
reach for skies, go our own ways—
human roots are one.

The road to winter;
mighty leaves down on their knees,
pay homage to earth.

Amidst wild humans,
to survive is to achieve—
you made it, nature!

With every re-use,
comes a lighter load of trash,
brighter chance for green.

Natural order:
survival of the fittest;
looks be deceptive.