How am I able to express
My deepest inner truth
In beauty of a thousand stars
Instead of singing blues

A tree in the forest down below
What does he care about
Never able to leave his little world
Can I leave mine? I doubt

Like the countless rings of this old oak
More years will come to see
World cools down as universe expands
Making fire is key

Want to bring light to those surrounding me
It warms my ancient soul
Nothing exists like this one pleasing pleasure
Without I can't be whole

Need to learn to speak their language
Perhaps like mother tongue
How can I even dream of this
A sign to still be young

Connected to a billion people
What an enormous count
It's sufficient to reach a single human being
To make the world go round.