Nature

The red leaves blow through the wind and makes a whistling sound

A sound that only pleases earths beauty when it wakes from its sleep.

The roots are the stability of the tree

That connects to the branches, to the leaves that blooms brilliant colors of this world.

The core of this earth is the root to our life

And the dirt above it is our stability to stand on

And our body is the trunk

And our arms are the branches

And our fingers are the leaves that moves freely through earths gravities wind

We die of old age

And sudden tragic things

Like trees we can bring in another life like seeds

And these are the life we bring.