I see the stars above the land of trees and leafs.
The tree stands tall and love fight back as hearts do need to climb the tree
to see the sun and breath for free.
Trees are in the way and blind you on your track to do good indeed.
In fact, I see your old enemy.
The black forest of your unknown destiny.
Does it matter?
Is it possible to climb a rotten tree?
Your time will come so let your tree stand free and grow your own way to breath and feel the purpose, yes indeed.