Give me a forest stretching over lakes Over hilltops unto the land’s end meet I’ll walk for leagues until my knees buckle Till I find a sturdy oak to be mine It shall not be a noble tree, nor grand But it will stand the weight of my embrace
Branches stretching into cerulean skies My favourite sight Sunlight through whispering slices of green Enclose me in your tendrils Take me within, my humble oak I’ll carve out a home for myself I’ll dust it with hot breath and cleanse with it tears Live out my days in stoic peace For wise minds know retreat triumphs Over the tributary of great feats Crawling up bodies of bark, Binding bodies of blood Tainted blue moss
Let me withdraw into you, I, an oak wife I’ll weave your ghost-roots into my veins If my oak should die, let me die too These badlands are barren and unkind My legs are made to wrap around your body They will not bear the stony, unrelenting road