Trees grow and flowers grow but why oh why
Don’t I grow?
Infertile mud smothering me
I can’t laugh without crying
Don’t you rip yourself up with worry
Because life is coming for you
In all its grand horror and delightful screams
Beware the beauty it will show you
But love it all the same
Because he will kiss you
And you will miss him
And they will die
But you’ll still live
And it will break your heart
And you’ll wish life never came
But all the same
It did
And it will whether you want it or not
Soak in the mud like a dormant seed
Spring is coming
And you will grow and grow and grow
Into a hundred year old tree
A smiling weeping willow with cracks running deep
Love it
Because what other choice is there?