If memories take time
Then I'm giving them away,
'Cause all I want's the closeness
Of thoughts from yesterday
If you turn your back to a tree
It falls, and you don't see
Is it different when you return to reality?
It remains that the tree is wood
The cores and rings and fibers still good
But I'm sure that doesn't matter
Because it changed the way it stood
I do my best to be unchanging
To coax you when you fell.
For friendship,I'd even let
You chop me down, as well
But you've sunken into shallow soils
Called these termites all your friends
And though it's your integrity rotting,
My memories have spoiled.
So think about that once again
When I've grown tired, and tough
Because height can give you limelight
But it's the roots that give you love