
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.

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

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

No crime, exploring—
defy laws of gravity
be framed by nature.