I can\'t even accept it
tree
Unbrooted and abrupt existence in this ruins
How does it root itself
In the midst of being pushed down
At a height ten or a hundred times higher than me
How does it survive
Without feeling heartbroken, it erupted into a hunched and rugged posture
Golden afterglow
Like the last whisper of a matrilineal clan
Across the collapsing ruins
And I am incredibly soft
Lean on that bud