Trees don’t stop growing
Until they’re torn down
By storm or by axe
They collide with the ground
In height, we stop growing
In the twilight of youth
But in terms of the mind
We grow as we choose
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
Trees don’t stop growing
Until they’re torn down
By storm or by axe
They collide with the ground
In height, we stop growing
In the twilight of youth
But in terms of the mind
We grow as we choose