[Lost_myth]

I haven't decided to put it any sort of scheme yet. Right now it is just free verse, and it's just raw material.


Tree
I look into my past and I see a tree.
A tree of generations of only me.
I see my soul carving throughout the hardening, green interior.
Growing older, it continues to harden, making its color illusive-brown.
The branches- like my hands reaching to the heavens.
The leaves blossoming and hung like my every thought-creation.
A tree is:
The tale tale, old wise woman of ancient times before this reincarnation;
Observer of the present, and history books of life;
My seated dreams of five seconds long past.
Its roots intertwine with mine, even though I am not stable.
There's this strong force stressing the chilling sincerity to describe the essential spirituality I've obtained
and I want to make a sound to convey every thing I think and feel.
I search for influence, but all I hear is the woosh and rattle of a tree.


PSR

Message: Never bring me a flower, just give me the best leaf you can find.