The Trees Reach up to the Skies Twice,
by J. W. Cassandra
When the trees reach up to the skies
They promise charming secrets,
Their leaves are the fresh green spell –
When your life is just on beginnings.
When the trees reach up to the skies
Your dawn has vanished finally,
Their leaves gleam in twilight
When, alas, your life comes to its end.
When the trees grow then down,
This two ends hold your soul
And, if you sell it for wretched goods
The payment you’ll pay for all your faults.
