The tree By my birth Stood strong To compensate For my weakness
The tree Afterward Stood stronger For I was the tallest In my class and my head
The tree I loved never Never fell nor waned At the sight of the moon Nor lightning streaming down
This tree Stems out my Hefty brooding lungs Stems out my Every ambition Grows from my Red blood and How I hum with Unbelievable strength Out your window Beckoning you to listen to The tree in me
The tree in me is an old oak with scars on its branches of young lovers carving their ambitions into my skin.