Whether you live near the shining see or the gleaming mountains, weather you've lost everything or have everything to lose, you speak the language of sorrow.

He thought it would hurt more than anything,
More than getting stung by a bee
More than falling out of a tree
But it was just a fuzzy feeling
It wasn’t like a campfire,
Warm and comforting
But it wasn’t like a house fire,
An all-consuming blaze
It was more of a looming inevitability
A comforting, impending danger
As crimson blossomed from his chest
Beautiful as a rose, and deadly as one to
His heartbeat beating like a tired drum...

He thought it would hurt more than anything,
More than getting stung by a bee
More than falling out of a tree
But it was just a fuzzy feeling
It wasn’t like a campfire,
Warm and comforting
But it wasn’t like a house fire,
An all-consuming blaze
It was more of a looming inevitability
A comforting, impending danger
As crimson blossomed from his chest
Beautiful as a rose, and deadly as one to
His heartbeat beating like a tired drum...

Born to die
made to destroy 
unable to fly
upon winds of joy 
an inevitable end
no more time to spend
the last breath
no more time to death 
created in chaos
destroyed in order
living in death
dying in life 
living a lie
dying with the truth
born to die
 

one tree 
for children to play on
ten trees
to provide some shade
a hundred trees
to feed the hungry
a thousand trees
for a house to be made
a million trees
to make a forest
a billion more
to make a jungle
thick with trees here and there
a trillion trees to make a difference 
but it starts with one 
just to play

A floongy
A floopy
A floppy 
A squishy