The trees echo my desire for nourishment.
They are weeping and shedding their leaves,
Breaking down slowly and preparing for the cold months.

Music is playing in my head as we walk these narrow streets,
Experiencing youth and lust like it was just our method of speaking.

I am only a tortured soul searching for a purpose,
but I know that here with you is somewhere I should be.

This is my life and I can't escape it,
So if I miss the train, I'll take the next one.
You rest your head upon my shoulder and smile,
It let's me know that you love me,
It let's me know you understand.

If it were up to me I'd kiss your head and tell you that you are beautiful,
But unfortunately, as a tree, I cannot speak.
The seasons come and go as they please,
so I'll just sway in the breeze hoping someday you'll climb me again.