Sunlight. Miracle.
Made this seed of mine grow tall.
A tree so strong; it's all around me now.
But every little thing I do is poison to these tender roots.
The ways I try to make it grow; the branches break and leaves will blow.
New rain. Waterfall.
Made this tree of mine grow apples.
Flowers fall; they're all around me now.
Life is gone. This tree of mine is just hanging on a hope.
You say if I really want the leaves to show on it's own,
leave it alone and just let it grow.