On the Serengeti

Why are there so many steps to reach certainty? To be honest, I wish my roots would let me leave calmly So much grows fast around me; I feel like the only tree Trying to break through the canopy Searching for sunlight feverishly But in this shade, I can not see what's hurting me I just feel the cuts once again creating scars deeply Autumn comes and her fall opens my eyes wide that she; Is showing the Lioness whose claws are giving me; a beautiful way to die.