I'm coming back as a tree
I could leave now
For all I care
The tree is an Ash
Sturdily bends in
In the sharpest winter
Breezes blows the boughs
The waves from the Pacific Ocean
Are jealous of her cadence
I'll take my leave now
I've seen all I need to
When you hear the wind look up
I've returned
Rooted, alive, without a care
Let the cages of birds freely fly to me.
Jun 29, 2025
Jun 29, 2025 at 12:06 PM UTC
I'm coming back as a tree
I could leave now
For all I care
The tree is an Ash
Sturdily bends in
In the sharpest winter
Breezes blows the boughs
The waves from the Pacific Ocean
Are jealous of her cadence
I'll take my leave now
I've seen all I need to
When you hear the wind look up
I've returned
Rooted, alive, without a care
Let the cages of birds freely fly to me.
