Dark yet outside
Can just make out your shape
By luminescent lunar lamplight.
Standing boldly in the courtyard
Stretching to the sky
Fingers reaching desperately.
Little bit’s broken by ice
But you’re still climbing
Aching to be higher.
Almost time to get your leaves back,
Each ring that gets added
You get closer to the heavens.
– Vagabond Prophet
Vagabond Prophet 