From old trees ... life ...

From the crumbling old tree A young sprout grows Sun between the trees on the top Light shone reached the falling bud Wearing dew on leaves The tree bud lives and reflects light Moss forest grows in a crumbled tree on the side While covering the figure of a tree of long years It survives even in a dark place Light is inserted also in my body The sprout in my heart is for the sun Little by little gradually stretching the sprouts While spending time like moss As the sprout heads upwards and extends As long as I live I aim for the light            The poet ~ Now person ...