Monotonic

Can i be sat on a different planet, A planet with more than nature provides? I love the deer, birds, and worms, The green and blue, the orange and red, the white and dead. Its all the same, but the same is good, But when the same leaves, along with the leaves, What do i have to live for? What do i have to live for. So, can i be sat on a different planet, Cause nothing is the same without you. The color is sapped from its sap, No longer amber, just glass. I hate to kill the mood, But these leaves don't fall far from me. My roots grow thinner and deeper, Into my sides is where i reside, with the knives. Your thorn has pricked my soul, And I'm ready to just let it go. The deer, birds, and worms, The green and blue, the orange and red, the white and dead.