Sunshine beams
Through thick crowns of trees
A bird is singing from its branch
A beautiful song to be heard

Roots on the ground
They want me to fall
And sharp branches reach for my skin

Sores on flesh
Blood on my face
Swollen feet, from walking
Bruised knees thanks to falling

And still I walk
Fighting through
To a meadow where I can rest
Until I find
The path to happiness