They were looking after him.

He was keeping them alive.

As a fact, he was a starting point.

But his word was the flashpoint.

They heard his thoughts.

He was listening to their requests.

Because he was their keeper.

He had to push the souls

in the path of light

before the garden.

It wasn’t a play, just life.

As a base, he wasn’t sufficient

and he needed to be generator.

The seed of the tree.

The tree of the seed.

The freedom of the tower.

The tower of Freedom.

And they were at all the levels.

Because the garden

was the skyscraper of the ground.

That was due to the fact

that the souls had

their own characteristics.

They were different

like the instruments in the orchestra.