Place

How did I come here?
What distance did I walk?
Will this be my place,
To be born a new
With the hopes of my friends
And love.

The ground is cold,
Covered in a green moss—
Which is damp to the touch.

A tree stands in front of me,
Tall and thick with life—
Well from the years of work
It needed to survive.
This is my place to live and die
With a smile on my face.