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.