It's Nature
Don't wake in a world where the trees all died
A world where the leaves have all dried up and made into a brittle brown pile
Places like that are places dead
Don't let places like that live inside your troubled head
Don't wake up in a pile of dead roses
A Thorned bush that leaves your limbs frozen in place
Hoping for a friendly face to walk by as you lie in a solid state with your eyes open
Looking at the withered petals
Don't be soft and brittle as they are
Don't dwell on the scars of the past, cause that's nature, you have to learn and adapt
Be aware that there is darkness in all
Stand tall, don't fall down then decompose
See the green in everything, half full never half empty
There will always be a brown pile of leaves somewhere, but that's ok, it's nature
Make space for the green,
Then rake the fallen leaves, keep your mind clean and simple
Wake to the sounds of birds chirping on stable branches
Wake up able to dig the weeds out of the rose fields
Wake to the morning dew tucked between plush petals
Then let the rain settle on your skin, don't let it flood you within
Wake to a world where dead trees make room for others to grow