Myrtles, motion, misbehave.
Toxic perspectives make us slaves.
Climb the trees, become immortal.
Live a life more free of toil.
Emerging through a secret garden.
Softer hearts can often harden.
Please fret naught for you are gold.
We hear that story you've never told.
Just take a breath and pick your flowers.
Don't be afraid to leave your tower.
-s.z (Cyclic)

















