THE SEEKER TREE
Who would have thought that I would last this long?..
And for a tree sarcastic defines it all
Ive live for years to see everybody's tale die
Yet they all seem so happy, with smile that never leaves my eye
i used to remember those scene,
exactly way back when i was just a seed
that person who took care of me
and chooses to leave me as an old rotting tree
maybe she wanted to grow with someone else
its not impossible that she is a seeker herself
and after hundreds of storms that pushed me
i can finally accept that she is not my destiny
and so by letting go of one of my leaves
it will fly away on miles i can never see
and by any chance that it landed on some precious land
like a seed it may grow and part of me will bond
with a new hope that someone will pick me
and plant me on a small pot for trees
but if fate plays a joke one more time
i will then grow again on another empty land
if that happens i now know what to do
ill keep sending leaves, seeds whatever i have to do
then you shall see, ill never be tired
until one of them reaches a hand
i will no longer seek for that small pot
because growing as a tree made me realized a lot
its not where you grew or how much they've care
what matters most is who actually chooses to stay..