The roots of the trees are my beginning thoughts. Sap surges through the pulp like my ink spreads across my paper. Tender leaves turn green as my words get clear. Leaves that hang over my head are all the final drafts of my perfected writing. Just like I shine with joy when I present my piece.
Most people think From the man way up high.
So much, Too much to understand. For He created Earth With flowers and trees, Everyone and everything He aimed to please. The circle of life. It was the fourth quarter and my team, Green, was winning 24-20, against Purple. Purple had the ball and was about to get a first down.