One Way Life

A face carved from ancient bark,

Eyes heavy with the weight of stars,

In shadows deep, where green dreams spark,

I stand, alone, with open scars.

Branches stretch, my arms of wood,

Reaching for skies that hum with light,

A soul once lost, misunderstood,

Now blooms beneath the quiet night.

Centers pulse like hidden flames,

Colors rise through earthbound veins,

Whispers speak forgotten names,

As roots entwine in endless chains.

The world is still, yet I am whole,

A tree, a man, both one and free,

In solitude, I find my role —

To grow, to bend, eternally.

The stars, they guide, but I remain

Here in the soil, where shadows sleep,

Each breath a leaf, each thought a grain,

Rooted in silence, I rise and keep.