Leave

Breaking through

To the outside

Breathing in

Carbon dioxide



Searching for the

Precious photon

Swimming in

Darkness hold on



Hold on tightly

To the lifeline

Push on though

Soon you'll see



Moving on

To the outside

Mowing goes on

But no clippers slide



Slowly going pale

No fuel for me

Growing tired

Soon some healing



Hold on tightly

To the life line

Push on through

Soon you'll see



The green of outside leaves

The glare of sunlights beams

The rain it falls in beads

To bend as the wind heaves

To be picked by a boy in spring

To be the last one on the tree



Now that i'm here

Baskings what i'll do

I made it

Through

And so can you