Deformed -

All life grows

Seed to deceased

And in the process

Tragedies will occur

Tragedies, the ill-fated fragments

Defining our tree of life, till death!

All life starts

With a myriad of chances

Every choice kills some

Yet is origin of others

Chances, translated possibilities

Defining our tree of life, till death!

Like trees rise to the light

Man needs light to grow

Like day needs night to be

Man needs to revert to grow

Like the branch holding life

Will it hold and give another chance

Or will it break and end existence

Only leaving the tree scarred

And broken bones down below