Wood, Green, and Rusted Metal 3, 4, and 5 { details }

I´m waiting for you to come

Under the tree

But it´s not about the tree

I´m sitting on mossy wood

My hand holds its rusty iron arm

But that´s how i wonder

If you don´t come

And i still wait under the tree

But it´s not the tree

Till as mossy as this wood

Till as rusty as this iron arm

Eaten by time and weather

If you come

We´ll be together, won´t we?

Like chair under the tree

Even mossy if I am wood

Even rusty if you are iron arm

Whatever time and weather

{ Nataya Anindira }