Life of a Tree

Entwined with the earth,
Time passes slowly, slowly.
Waiting for the end,
I have seen enough of this world.

Time passes slowly, slowly.
Seasons change, people die.
I have seen enough of this world
By simply sitting, waiting, watching.

Seasons change people die,
But I have endured, lost in time.
By simply sitting, watching, thinking,
I have learned a secret.

I have endured, lost in space,
Nothing knowing me, me on this mountain
But I have learned a secret:
Life is nothing without death.

Nothing knows me on this mountain
But I am forever here, never leaving.
Life is nothing without death
Because how can it be savored?



I am never leaving, forever living
And it saddens me,
Because how can life be savored
If I know it will never end?

It saddens me
To think of tomorrow.
I know life will never end,
So nothing is unique.

Thinking of tomorrow
Is so melancholy.
Nothing is ever unique
If I cannot think of today.

My life is so melancholy.
Everything will happen again,
So I cannot think of today,
Because it means nothing.

Everything will happen again;
I will always laugh again, feel again, love again.
Today means nothing
If there is always tomorrow.