A Picture of a Tree. Me.

As the drops of tea go down inside of me,

I feel my body heating,

it's cold you see, and all I need, is a little warmth in me.

When I'm walking down the street and I find myself alone, I'm living a strange world, I think, but now its the world I know.

I grew some roots and met new trees, I felt some sun and some days snow and even let some leaves let go. But if I think of what I've known, I know I've grown.