Saw fresh soil so I planted my seed.
I wanted to grow tall through sunshine as I feed.
I meant to soak in water through all my leaves.
Food for my roots as they are my sleeves
I try to mount this ground right.
The secret; putting up a good fight.
All light, no darkness.
As my years age, I prepare for my inevitable decay.
How I counter that, through vigour and play.
My lunges are fresher than the day I was born.
This is my time.
I am beyond a thorn.