The Right Path

What happened beneath the trees?
Do they have falling green leaves?
Do they always fall far from the tree?

And do I have to follow?
Once my time comes,when it comes the sorrow.
Do I have to follow nature's path?

In order to live and survive?
Sometimes I wish,but couldn't I just stay and watch the stars in the night?
Like nature's course takes place.

I found a familiar face.
Green,dancing leaves.
And spring,lively trees.

If I were a leaf,I would dance.
And have a natural advance.
I would flow slowly in the air.

And my leaves would be very fair.
I would have a leaf atleast to spare.
To anyone who has been there.

Anyone who was here day and night.
When I felt sad or fright.
They will one day see my leaves.

And see my origins,lively trees.
But maybe the roots hide secrets.
You can't see them below the ground.

Emotions,hidden or suppressed.
That are rarely found.
As it ages,the tree gets taller.

And the branches grow and fall.
The leaves,flowers bloom.
Like a sakura tree.

Maybe if you look closely,you'll see me.
One day,my leaves may fall.
But you will pick it up from the ground.

When I go away,do I follow nature's way?
Or is there an option for me - a different path?
Do I need to be stronger to escape pain and its wrath?

Sometimes,I feel like a rooted tree.
Like my path is not up to me.
Maybe I will root in and grow tall.

Or end up chopped off and fall.
Maybe I will hold golden apples.
Or become a table.

Lately,to make it last,I feel unable.
Maybe if I was my own tree.
That nobody stole apples from me.

But will I be dark or bright?
Would I grow easier at day or night?
Maybe I will have two sides to me.

One is bright,the other filled with negativity.
I hope people accept me for what I am.
Even if I feel more peaceful in 3 AM.

Maybe my tree will grow tall.
Or can no longer take it well and fall.
Alas,no leaf lasts forever.

I hope to grow healthy,however.
Maybe if you come and give me sun.
There will be no reason to run.