• Sap
    Sap
    Sap pouring from my limbs
    pouring from the stem
    lying on my side
    having to wait
    for The Better Day...

    In the future
    we will find a chorus to the wind...

    The trees are taller than me, I see
    most are green, they must be happy
    the wilted in the winter
    they get dead leaves for free
    watching them burn
    knowing their turns
    how will next year be?
    Palms in the summer
    watching the ocean
    burning for signals
    of a lone islander...
    no ones jealous here
    they can't see themselves.

    I can't breathe the air
    I forgot.
    I'd miss the trees here.
    and i'd rot...