Everyone needs a tree. Something stable, strong, and fruitful.
I need an oak in order to see everything that is beautiful.
I need a tree in order to inject the life back into me.
So that my veins can be as luminous as the leaves.
When it's hot and I'm suffering from anonymity,
I can always rest in the delicious shade and be free.
Because the tree loves me despite my constant doubt.
It's because it cannot see. It just loves me inside out.
It's sturdy to lean back on. To read around. To climb on.
The tree is my life and when it is gone, I'm gone.
There is so much about this tree that I do not know.
It's roots I cannot see, although they continue to grow.
I just know that it's strong. It's giving and it cares.
I've never seen this oak but I know it's always there.
Cause when I close my eyes and beg for mercy or a prayer,
I see the same thick branches and the same tree's always there.
It's my one oasis of strength. It's my only tranquility.
This imaginary oak tree. It's my only hope for stability.
I need an oak in order to see everything that is beautiful.
I need a tree in order to inject the life back into me.
So that my veins can be as luminous as the leaves.
When it's hot and I'm suffering from anonymity,
I can always rest in the delicious shade and be free.
Because the tree loves me despite my constant doubt.
It's because it cannot see. It just loves me inside out.
It's sturdy to lean back on. To read around. To climb on.
The tree is my life and when it is gone, I'm gone.
There is so much about this tree that I do not know.
It's roots I cannot see, although they continue to grow.
I just know that it's strong. It's giving and it cares.
I've never seen this oak but I know it's always there.
Cause when I close my eyes and beg for mercy or a prayer,
I see the same thick branches and the same tree's always there.
It's my one oasis of strength. It's my only tranquility.
This imaginary oak tree. It's my only hope for stability.
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