For the living, for the dead, for those
who hang in between
If to die is to die then why is there
still something green?
After the axes and fires that eat up
these grasses and trees?
Yes, trees leave their seeds and
seeds leave their seeds for trees to
Tell this to my ears and this to my
heart so eyes should never cry
To those we love, to those we think
we have forever lost
We'll grow and bloom and leave more
seeds for you at every cost.