Imagine they cut off your limbs Hand and legs, all gone But you’re a starfish So it’s alright, they’ll grow back. No wait, you’re a tree. Once they cut you, You lose a piece of yourself. Those broken remains, They use them They use you, to build houses, To build a warm space, To protect them from the harsh storm. If you were a starfish though, Your limbs will start to grow Slowly, but surely. And suddenly, You’ll be your old self again, Nothing more, nothing less. A star in the sea Or a tree in the wild, Which would you be?