I sit under the forest, as the leaves touch my figure tips, and i see the sky chopped into peace's as if the tree tops were tying to patch the holes. AlI have to think about is me, my life and all the things I have done and want to do. then the sun shines through the patch and the trees must repair it again like it was never there. the moss so soft and cool, I could lay here for days and never move, its the only thing that keeps me going, the strength to get up and do it again, just try until your back onto your own two feet. the leafs will help you up, speak, see if they will come running across the moss for your every need. they will come, it might take a while,but they will come. then the leafs left, the tree fell and your on your own two feet again, how is it? or lay there and don't make a sound!
