and for a long time I strived,
strived to become one with nature,
like branches reaching to each other,
never being able to touch,
that tiny slit which made all trees cold,
caused by the evil powers of loath,

though slowly breaking through,
like the rain dribbling down the leaves,
good came,
and when good came to unite nature,
I realised that the answer was right before my eyes,
why strive to nature in its physical meaning,
when I can just go look for you