I wish my arms were branches,
Then I could stretch to reach you,
My fingers are like leaves

I wish trees grew tall enough to touch you
Then I could build a treehouse,
To sit in while you are waiting

But I know you are waiting for us,
You can see us all from up there,
Sleeping among the stars

I hope that you are free,
Like the birds flew from the trees,
And are now sitting in your armchair.