
Shrivelling over time,
crippling under the world’s weight—
the ageing, the tree.

Shrivelling over time,
crippling under the world’s weight—
the ageing, the tree.

Wander on, dear soul,
through the woods, the bush and bark—
life, a rainbow dream.

Clear skies, green signals,
bare streets, waiting horizons,
prepare to take off.

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

With bulging egos
and greedy wars, oversized
is our history.