The Maker

Out of time, out of reach. I stumble upon a tree that grows in The Valley Of Death. Is this my imagination or a vision? How can we tell whats right when we force ourselves to only see the wrong? Tragic ways that make our stomachaches. He listens to us all, I've seen him listen to you as you close your eyes forcing yourself to go blind from the truth. Flames rise from my surroundings and sometimes most people can only see a miracle in which life grows under a wing.