Dead tree

This morning I walked in Fryent Country Park It is a lovely place, magnetic space, I got my vein Walking on paths, green views, watching the land This is where my life opened up, yes my life has gone up Life gives me land, a field where my soul grows up Flower garden, fresh shoots, open my heart, please walk on this land I am walking also up on the hill, and a tree crosses my way Dead, minimum two hundred years old Old brother, I love this tree Pain my heart This tree soul passed away Why is life so unfair? Why? I don’t understand it No, no No Don’t This tree did only good in its life. Why, why is this tree dead?? Oh, I hear the answer, it brings a breeze Hah, I understand I understand it This is the life I woke up, I am waking up. I am still alive!! Why? Why?! Fast! Fast! I yell this word to me. I run in the forest and search, but I don’t find something I don’t find, I don’t find my tree. Where is my tree?? I don’t have an axe here!! How can I kill myself?! How can I kill my tree?! I want to follow my older brother I am following my dead tree brother My heart told me: You are already dead Your Watford crush killed you Your life is … never … Follow your old friend And start a new life Must be forever…