We are two trees among a forest,
Conscious of all surroundings.
Our branches stretch out,
To the sky, the trees, and to the world unknown.
The wind blows but we are steady.
Our leaves fall but we do not move.
Our trunks heavy with youth and life.
But the insides,
We search for life,
For something worth living,
But we are blinded by the forest.
Yet we continue to search for light,
We are the last ones standing.