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.