Delightfully swings like leaves
Hanging from the boughs of trees
You may go jumping from branch to branch
And with your passionate hand touch them each
But the solutions are far from your reach
Like the tips of roots they run away deep
You dig deep in the hope of to get relief
But you ended up compounding your grief
As no solutions you find but new problems to crop up
Give up digging, instead eat the fruits of love
Planting a tree upon the surface
And in no time see the things of pain to vanish.