I found my life in the shaded outline of a bare tree

beneath a sliver of a moon shining bright.

The shaded of my tree must have kept me from the truth

but it opened up to a place far more different than this.

I always found myself there. There I could be me.

I would escape to a land of my thoughts, hopes, and dreams.

Beneath that tree, surrounded by nothing but pulsing darkness, black

yet I could see clearly.

I was free to see what my future may be :

My dream, my life, my love.

I realize only now what the time there has given me.

It gave me stars to shoot for, stars that will always glow bright.

Though i've grown and learned to not be so optimisitic,

that same person under that tree

is still here whispering,

“ Never have faith because it hurts when things don't work out.”

Although in my dark bedroom, I still see that bare tree,

I can still feel the breeze and still wish it could all be different.