Seed
I fell to the earth
Burrowed in the soil
Its warm loving embrace
Where we meat.
The man standing over me
Lent down darkly
And stated that it was I;
The creator of me.
Sprout
Yes man tended me.
Possessed by man, intent
Witch moved and pulled me,
Earth and moss merging went
Imprisoned, isolated
In man's oubliette.
Our fear, our man
Is joined to us by life.
Sapling
Joined by prisoner plants
That long for the forest
And wished for freedom
Of time that existed before
Of land once theirs
Till they see not reality
But the dark dream
That binds the mind to death.
Tree
Then came the long wait
Flowing through time
Long and lonely
But ever compassing.
When company is lost
Man is all that matters
Where from man's dark twisted mouth
World's life flutter and stutter
Stump
Plants grow voluptuous, and man
Is the master and tends
The lost dead plants.
Now I accept you, man
I change thought, we are together.
I must love you eternally
Since I am now your slave
Seed
I fell violently to the earth and was caught by her, where I burrowed in the soil in her warm loving embrace, my mother, my maker, my earth. It was there where we meat, the strange man and I. I can't describe him, the man standing over me for he was indescribable but I knew he was powerful. He was the one that lent down darkly and stated that he was I; the creator of me.
Sprout
Yes man tended me and cared for me, he may have helped me grow. But I was possessed by man, his intent witch moved and pulled me, was harsh and controlling. He added earth and moss that was forced to merge with me forced to become part of me. So we went Imprisoned, isolated in man's dark lonely oubliette. It was there that we become one, where our fear, our man is joined to us by life.
Sapling
Joined by prisoner plants that forever longed for the forest and wished for freedom that was once theirs. The ones that had known the pleasure of freedom, but now they were trapped with me. They were stuck thinking of time that existed before this prison, of land once theirs. The long eternally of that time. Till they see not reality but the dark, sweet dream, a dream that binds us to man, that binds the mind to death.
Tree
Then came the long wait, that flowed through time taking us on its long and lonely journey. It was freeing to be away from man but ever compassing us in its sorrow, for it was true isolation. It was then that I realised when company is lost man is all that matters, because it is he that makes promises, the beautiful sweet promises. Where from man's dark twisted mouth world's life flutter and stutter.
Stump
Plants grow voluptuous and wild, I thought I might be free. It was then I learnt man controls all, and man is the master and tends to the lost dead plants. Now I accept you, man the one that deranged me the one that clipped my leaves and then my trunk. I change thought, I believed that you are the creator, the one that made the moss and the earth and that we are together as one. I thought that I must love you eternally since I am now your slave.