Overseer - The Green Leaves

I will show you my home, my final destination

This is the place that I roam, and show my dedication

These are the stories of the serpent and the oak, the telling of the currents

and the doom brought by the smoke

Your eyes gouged, unable to witness my forest’s beauty

Incapable of appreciation, regardless

A closed mind allows for only quite a shallow existence in a self-made

smothering realm

The trees above my head provide shade, this is the life I have made

Be not afraid

For I am, Overseer

With a grip devastating, holding close what is mine, my prints remain where the

sun shines

Day after day, time after time, the little things in life are what remind me

why I refuse to die

Leaving scars on the ground, the wounds on the earth’s skin mark my home