2020.07.30.
Trees of Love
Facing nature, I travel on the pathI look for traces of this lost path in the grass
My heart races, taunting itself
I am rushing to get myself out of the trees of love
From a distance, I see it swaying in the wind
Worn down over time and with aged branches
Just the thought of it from the bottom of my heart
All those times I played under its shade
Father's grown trees of love
They stand in silence, feeling in sorrow and aching
I crave the relaxing shade which they provide
Walking in circles, thinking, father stood for awhile
Cold autumn, circles in its own breeze
Which blows dead yellowed leaves far
Playfully, I try to grab these leaves
Now, I imagine that I am its youngest visitor
Facing nature, I travel on the path
I look for traces of this lost path in the grass
My heart races, taunting itself
I am rushing to get myself out of the trees of love
My childhood is gone, dumping me a ways away
Is there no satisfaction, forcing these nostalgic memories into my mind
I go back to it when I sleep, in my sweet dreams
Father's grown trees of love