My trees have personalities
I know I must be going
a little crazy.
The dog wood howls at the moon
The Waxmertyl craves the river
The Monterey Pine flourishes
It'll know me when I die.
The Cybress is a youngin
Not quite sure
Under the plum tree many times I've cried
for all of the innocence inside.
The Elder Berry has an identity crisis
Doesn't know if it's a bush
Or a tree.
I'm not saying their trying to talk to me
And I'm not saying I'm trying to talk to them
I'm just saying
We're all here
Just trying to be.
Aug 20, 2021
Aug 20, 2021 at 8:02 PM UTC
My trees have personalities
I know I must be going
a little crazy.
The dog wood howls at the moon
The Waxmertyl craves the river
The Monterey Pine flourishes
It'll know me when I die.
The Cybress is a youngin
Not quite sure
Under the plum tree many times I've cried
for all of the innocence inside.
The Elder Berry has an identity crisis
Doesn't know if it's a bush
Or a tree.
I'm not saying their trying to talk to me
And I'm not saying I'm trying to talk to them
I'm just saying
We're all here
Just trying to be.
