I’m like you tree,
I grow and die,
And like you my wealthy branches sag in rain.
And also like you,
Wind blows me dry,
Still coursing through with wet remains.
We glow in a gleam,
We thrive in light
Look closely - look at me closely.
I look just like you tree.
We both burst blindly from the ground,
Hardened pilgrims from a molten core.
And we both sing a love for a womanly cloud,
Our many limbs reaching for more.
- “[1]” -Mt. Eerie
