Three’s

“Trees bring life. Nature naturally takes it.” – anonymous

I’m just taking my time, No need to rush. 

I’m just taking my time, why make such a fuss?

Am I taking my time or am I letting my time be taken?

When we take our time are we doing what we say we are?

Are we dreaming?

Are we living?

Are we using what we have?

One man’s trash is another man’s treasure. 

How often do we throw away second, minutes, days?

How often do we cast away our dreams, destroy our goals, and forget our personal expectations?

Live and dream!

Full and free!

Bring yourself to your path,

Walk straight down it. 

Walk straight up it. 

Life can be a vertical wall,

Or a mountain too tall,

Or an ant hill so small.

But, we find obstacles in life,

Hurdles of strife,

Dancing with a knife.

Is the challenge really the challenge or are we challenged by the challenge we call life?

If we are burdened with strife as we pass through life are we not destroying our time?

Efficiency,

Energy,

Expectancy,

Emergency,

We have a epidemic in the world,

There is a truth we must behold. 

The strongest minds with the biggest hearts,

We’re meant to hold other in our arms,

We must show the vision of things to come,

To dream a dream that cannot be undone. 

Take your time, please.

But don’t waste your time. 

It’s gone, like dust in the breeze. 

Let’s use time,

Let’s work fine,

And let’s make our lives a sign. 

For this world to see,

For others,

To dream. 


3’s:

All good things come in threes,

Or is it trees?

Maybe it’s free?

Am I free?

Or am I stuck in the tree?

Warmer seasons bring blossoms and fruit,

But this is a darker season approaches with sadness and gloom. 

I dreamed of three. 

I dreamed of thee. 

I dreamed of everything we could be. 

Don’t call it wishful thoughts. 

Don’t call it mindless singing. 

Don’t call it day dreaming. 

No dream can dream day and night. 

No man can fight of the night. 

No human can always be the light. 

There was something. 

There could’ve everything. 

There is nothing. 

I know I know, don’t live off of should’ve of’s, could’ve’s, instead of did. 

I know I know, don’t get too lost in the dreams. 

I know. 

I know. 

Don’t pretend like those dreams were what was going to be. 

All good things come in threes,

If all there were was dreams,

If all we were was a breeze,

If all that preceded was that, what have I to appease. 

I’m just a leaf on trees. 

Waiting for fall to come so I can leave.

I’m just the tree and we are the leaves. 

Waiting for fall to come so you can leave. 

I’m just the ground, the earth the sky.

And your just the tree, waving in the wind,

Saying goodbye. 

As I float through dipping temperatures and stranded nights,

I am deposited far from where I was,

Where I had grown to be,

Where I had dreamed of being.

As I sway in the brisk dark night,

I see the warm smiling moon,

Where we had looked upon,

Where we had dreamed of,

Where we had went. 

As I see the fall descend,

I see what they call your beauty begin to end.

Where beauty comes from,

Where goodness comes from,

Where trueness comes from,

None of that ends. 

It comes and goes,

In cycles,

In threes,

In the purest trees.

Just because you’ve seen my leaf,

Just because you’ve written off my tree,

Just because you deny my existence,

Doesn’t me there never was a we. 

All good things come in threes

HE. 

All of us, three. 



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