I stand barefoot on the fertile ground,
Allowing the soil access to my body,
Whether it sees me as a matter to break,
Or as a plant which needs nurture,
I soak in the sun baring body and soul,
Waiting for mother nature to decide my fate,
All while the world outside keeps themselves,
So busy that the night sky has hidden the stars,
In protest of the people not gazing at it anymore,
As the people keep their little minds occupied,
Dead to the songs and calls of mother nature,
I stand here, singing with her in harmony,
Another tree in her green and lush forest.