
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.