Maybe all our wishes form a tree
And every branch is what our lives could be
But wishes shift with every drifting soul upon the sea

We’ll coast through lives and host our time
As beings willing change
Compare ourselves
To everyone else
While some remain estranged

We’ll reach and stretch, and flow as fluids
Growing throughout time
Follow saints and druids
in this endless pantomime

Eventually we’ll find ourselves within the greener things above
Form friendship, feed the roots which wrought, and act in light and love
But only when we’ve withered and we fall, to decompose
We’ll see the tree as one, without us; our eyes coming to a close