Dig a deep hole
                   bury me
                         shallow grave
                             I will not die
                             my soul
                           not a slave
                       little tree
                    grows
                mighty
             and brave
           roots barely cover
         with earth and with snow
          torrential flood rains
            an cold winds that blow
                as Little tree pains that
                         her roots they still grow
                            unending rootstocks
                           take ahold of our root
                      grow firmest oak trees
                   out beyond stars
               out past the seas
          down we be sleeping
               veins they be seeping
                   joy we be reaping
               our secrets lay keeping
             a love ever deepening
           a dowsed
              river vein
                 my roots not be waned
                  I bend
              stretch my limbs out,
              
            twisting and turning
               wood not for burning
                     far as earth goes
                       roots wrap around
                           all that is found
                        Dig a deep hole
                  back to the sky
                out to the sea
                    tears death does cry
                           dig a deep hole
                              cannot bury me
                        infinite stars
                past galaxies
           protect you from wind
             my trunk will not break
                   shelter
                     cover from sun
                    roads that we take
                 Dig a deep hole
              as far as above
            lay me inside
     find eternal love.

Cherie Nolan © 2016