Burned Out Sun

A race towards the sun To become number one Less congested Can finally breath Maybe teaching others of its kind To be kind Let your hollow heart keep the animals safe and warm While intimidating predators To block out the fun Takes years of practice To perfect patience But whats the perfect tree? Should it be cloned? Breaking mother natures habit Why judge Just take in its fine qualities That deep down we envy Almost as green as ivy That's trying for the race as well Unfortunately always a few steps behind But when the moon switches places The trees go back to a humble state No time to shoot for stars Need to rest up for the big race...of tomorrow...