A tree growing up was pliable
Its leaves were weak and so were the petals
Then its physique changed for the tougher
Bark got rough and the leaves got hard.
That’s when it died.
When we were born
We were torn into this world
Our skin soft and our fingers curled
This whole new place was a blur.
And the years added on
Everyday from dusk till dawn
We were a step closer to bygone.
We were eons of anguish
We were decades of dismay.
We had overstayed our places on Earth
We got rough and numb
And we’d know it was time to go.