All is but a tree. Branching out to all distractions and display, dancing through the wind yet silent in it's way. Yet when you fall in love with those miming mischief, and take them for granted only wanting them to be with, they never last. For those are just what you can see. But even if all the beauty is broken away, the remaining pieces, the trunk and roots never fades, With time, they become even stronger. Sadly, they are always either hidden away or hardly noticed or they just get scarred. Even so, I only see your trunk and your roots, of how powerful they are. Yet it's infested with molds and decay. These ugly creatures you try to get away, I know it's difficult, but they will fade. Long before you even know, these filthy things, they will start to go. Racing upon the distant bridge you will finally feel, I am lying next to you.