Tall or is it small?
The quite whispers of the trees
They all talk in circles
Going around my head
The trees spin
And I sit
Within it's quiet company
Sleeping against the ground
Stroking the pain of my heart
I feed it my tears
It takes all my strength not to break
Holding on to my love
Holding on to the trees
On to the roar of the water
To the melting snow
To the reawakening birds
And the beautiful song of the wind brushing against the leaves
Holding on to the warmth that the sun pours
Loving us all
I walk ahead
Just to listen
And there as the birds all watch down
I want to live instead