Every second
I look at the leaves
of the tree I own,
I lose my own voice.
Voice is secondary.
Leaves are
Primary.
Leaves never
carry voices.
I am a tree-owner.
And living a life of
timeless voices.
Every second
I look at the leaves
of the tree I own,
I lose my own voice.
Voice is secondary.
Leaves are
Primary.
Leaves never
carry voices.
I am a tree-owner.
And living a life of
timeless voices.