Sunlight.
Miracle, made this seed of mine,
Grow tall.
A tree so strong. Its all around me now.

But every little thing I do,
Is poison to these tender roots.
The ways I try to make it grow,
The branches break and leaves will blow.

New rain.
Waterfall, made this tree of mine,
Grow apples.
Flowers fall. They’re all around me now.

Life is gone. This tree of mine,
Is just hanging on a hope.
You say if I
Really want the leaves to show.
On it’s own. Leave it alone,
And just let it grow.