If

I travel still and find a way as choiceful branches turn

My path for now confined within the shell of your gray bark

A newborn trail from root to fruit with every lesson learned.

The road to perfect flower being blocked by woe's concern

I fight gravity's power although uncertain as a quark

I travel still and find a way as choiceful branches turn

Some ways are lucky blessings and the others must be earned

As branches leave like planned splits, and others like a lark

A newborn trail from root to fruit, with every lesson learned.

Perfect possible anew, my faithful chest still burns,

Holding hope at heart, I motor on where others merely park

I travel still and find a way, as choiceful branches turn.

We ramify to perfect crop, for which the gods have yearned,

So many offshoots hiding sun, the road remaining dark,

A newborn trail from root to fruit, with every lesson learned



I map the wooden web, to share the paths that I discern

The coop becomes an armored car, the tree becomes an ark

I travel still and find a way as choiceful branches turn

A newborn trail from root to fruit with every lesson learned.