This Human Tree

There's greatness on who the uponed person seeking it,
finding a true pattern of uniqueness through souls and beautiful burning desired trees
that never lay head and sleep.

We feel the need to weep over a hardened time, following thy Momentum.
Laying on water endlessly flowing, following a wall of clear density solid,
that forever stays around till we leap.

Let's fly, in this moment of latitude you seek a partner in longitude,
basing off external directions,
we stay the same till we climb a root.
Lets climb, we see all dark before reaching up a hand leading an arm,
this Human Tree is aiding our sights,
it is healing based on the tree you climb.

Lie under momentum, you may see thou your not rich in pattern, but have a Human Tree left in muckless breath to breath.

This Human Tree takes a step no stop,
in patterns it climbs,
in clear subjects we leap,
and momentum filled rich to our burning tree,
we fly.

We find time and values to our beliefs,
nothing more of who we are,
is personally left here to see.
Who are we?

Well we find our own art in thee,
we do not sleep.
Momentum may so much of a pint; main bleed.

In this human tree,

I am finding momentum for others to keep,
and for thou others sing,
the most beautiful high C,
through the branches lean
of our very own Human Tree.