
Aiming for the skies—
yet, spreading roots far and wide,
tree, a way of life.
Aiming for the skies—
yet, spreading roots far and wide,
tree, a way of life.
Reaching all over,
wrapping arms around the throat—
time overtakes life.
A twist in the path,
leads the way, out of the way,
to serenity.
Slashing through dark clouds,
as an alien spaceship,
emblazons earth, sun.
Every heave matters;
no chariots to heaven—
backpacker pathway.