Turning my blossom like a flower,
tracking the motion of the sun.
Across the sky, from East to West.
Counting down during the Night, waiting for the next Light.
I feed my roots to grow.
And at dawn, I turn around towards the east again,
where the sun rises.
Every day I change a little bit.
And the higher I get from the ground, the closer I get to something else.
The Sun.
