and so he says

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..

his perception

 THE TREE WHO WANTED TO GROW ON A SMALL POT

I was once a small tree, taken good care by those people around me

talked to every second, watched through every minute and watered everyday

there was never a time that these people didn't care

everything is fine until that day, the day i was sent to an open space

Nothing is around me all of a sudden, 

what they call vastness, i call it emptiness and darkness

when there is storm or scorching heat, where is that person that i used to seek?..

was it really all for me?..no seriously was this even for me?..

like love, i cant imagine letting go of someone you really need

does giving up means getting stronger?..or was it just a lame excuse to surrender

well here i am now in an open space, with limitless branches no wind can move my pace

a thousand times stronger, standing high and so much taller

i guess this happens when there is no one to look over

maybe someday they will cut this tree, 

who knows i could stay here for countless of years..

but will all of this even matter?.

for this small tree that wanted to grow on a small pot, have already missed a lot

growth is such a poison, 

if given a chance i wouldn't do this any longer

because this tree would always wanted to be, 

no matter how short its lifespan would be,

 just grow with love and sincerity

at the hands full of seeds that this person chooses not to drop, 

on a land full of crap 

but rather on a small pot.