Beyond what we can understand, we roam this land as walking trees in the vast gardens of cosmic geometry.

Our heart, a seed; its roots grew and became our hands, feet, and body. 

We were nothing but a soft sapling from birth, sensitive towards the new world.

With each passing day, our branches — like a crown on our head — grow out and bloom petals of leaves that would become our thoughts.

Our efforts would bloom into fruits and flowers from our activities and the lessons we learned.

And the harvest would then give life to new trees, with which the process would start again.