Probably I shouldn't have looked in that NO ADMITTANCE HIGH VOLTAGE DANGER OF DEATH door. I was loitering on the ramp to the #7 subway train at Grand Central Station. I didn't want to go home to ... [+]
And live for hundred years long
From a tiny seed to a big wide trunk
Where there are floods never is sunk
From tiny twigs to dividing branches
Where leaves would sit and birds sing their song
A tree would stay and play its dances
Albeit the time keeps moving on
If in my second life I could choose to be
Something, I’d choose a tree
For under its shelter I kept memories
And thoughts of you and me