Shoots

You are a tree that I want to care for like a flower

Because it's beautiful, that's not an excuse

Someday you will grow in my hands

Seeing different every day

From two leaves, new shoots, flower buds

It doesn't matter if it doesn't bloom

It's okay if it doesn't bear fruit

Not the beautiful flowers I want to see

It's not expensive the fruit I want to sell

I just want you to grow shady

Until thick can make me lean

Tired of getting old picking up the leaves

And what you will show later let it be a surprise

Then live in the circle of time