Our Tree

Freedom, fighters will fight.
Not that they hate or love
The fact that I do.
Just that they see things from above.
All I know.

And this day, we said will be ours’.
Those were the hours of dawn,
A day passed, hit us all.
You never guessed this would come on.
The all you know.

Prisoners, free as they wanted
You are as free as you want.
You, prisoner of all,
Know the freedom you haunt.
So, you’ll know.

Fire seeds, bore out of my tree
As I watched it get burnt.
And beyond it's shade, I found light.
More to night, than the shade I learnt.
Sunlight show.



Our focus dictates what we see, which reinforces our focus, further confining the possibility of what we will see.

Our Tree