We were perfect finding a way to grow straight
following a sunrise
that helped our roots to grow
and lie within
flowers, fruit, feasts.

You were perfect winding a way to make us sway
blowing cold ice
as we started to bud; attract bees
leaning to one side so it could not
become a beast.

It could be perfect blowing air
in precious time
unwinding lost seconds
as alarm bells sound silence,
fallen faces in leaves; trees
unleashed!