Where have you grown from? I hope to plant beauty in the dirt before me Caught in the premise of chainsaws Burning crosswinds Blowing with violent chance Stands the firmest of saplings Budding fast and bearing leaves To capture the light of promise With arms outstretched to the sky We don't look down to ever wonder why Why the world around us burns Take my body Torch every piece of me Caught in the premise of chainsaws We focus on what we want and not where we need to be It reflects our plight Dead cells you cannot see Bloom Where have you grown from? I hope to bloom and plant beauty in the dirt before me I will make the toxins much easier to breathe When the Sakura blooms The moonlight spills over Standing on my own two feet The branches will tell a story entwined with pity and adoration I will breathe redemption I will sustain May roots take my legs and petals sprout from my brain