The Tree

 

 

There's a tree somewhere. A tree of excitements, of calm thoughts, a tree of parallel universes. A tree somewhere...where we can be quiet and explosive. A tree.

I remember sitting under it at some point. Remember lying on the grass. There were sounds and sents, colors and flames. The sun glazed upon me through its arms. I felt safe.

There's that tree somewhere. Where all shadows remain quiet and dance across my human self.

It grew where all dreams where made. It rose towards the horizon as a picture on my walls. I remember it.

I remember it being so tall, as I grew up, older.

I still remember its smell, of green, of greatness.

There's a tree somewhere...and I'll see it again. I'll sleep upon its shadows, once more.

I just 'got to remember it. I just 'got to find it again.