
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.

Though invincible
even nature stays grounded;
mere mortals, we can’t.

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.

Every heave matters;
no chariots to heaven—
backpacker pathway.