Tree Song

Carve all your plans in trees.

At least initially, you and me.

Add a plus sign, make it math.

Then a heart to beat the rhythms of your plans,

straight to the core, down in earth,

or twisting higher up into the sky, so high.

I draw lines inside my mind.

I fill all the spaces with all the times,

I curse because I’ve lost.

But forget it all when a new bird comes along.

*But these days you’ll run from me.

Someday I’ll learn, when he walks by,

your world will turn.

The north side’s where I’ll find,

you hiding away.

I never thought that you could get this high.

Now I’m stuck here on the ground,

waiting for you, to come around.

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Someday I’ll run from you,

I hope you know.

When she walks by,

my world will turn. 

So carve all your plans in trees.

At least initially you and me.

I wish I was a farmer, so I could see.

I could depend on the weather,

live by the rain that falls down on, my plot of land.

All I’ve ever known, could sift through my hands.

Come find me waiting, between the rows.

Don’t be on time this time, so I understand,

you’re like the weather, and I’m just a seed.

Who’s everywhere always,

depending on the rain,

but waiting for the sun to shine on me.