As I look out the window
I see a tree
a complex tree
a simple tree
I see me
The young immature trunk
so straight and sheltered from the outside world
it finally meets branches
after it's seeming eternity
Choices. So many roads to take
why are there so many dead ends?
The exposure to the outside world
kills some leaves. Harsh
The design is so complex
too complex?
The leaves on the top
look down upon the magic, the mystery
reconcile with a clear conscious
That tree is so mysterious
that tree is so clear
that tree is so me
