While Talking, No-- Singing To A Tree

So depressed over a stupid situation, I actually sat in the woods with my guitar and sang to a tree. Here are the words as best I remember them.

Trees alone-

I watched them grow and fold and hold

The sky high, I wish they would let it fall

Trees alone-

I saw the bark explode and form a hole

From their chin to their nose, their words became our homes

            I wish those homes would fall-

 

How better to be a feather, float soft to the ground

The wind takes me away as if to say, “There are better things to do.”

Breath released, I hit the ground, a million fingers hold me down

I could float down, but my feather heart- I drown.

            I wish the rain would fall-

 

Trees alone-

I watched their roots explode, they sucked me in

And held me close, I slept a moment in their veins

Trees alone-

Peeled bark, skinned, muscles cold

Stretched fingers in capillary timber, I hear voices call

            I wish those people’d fall-

 

Trees alone- They stand alone in a forest

I am alone- I, too, crowded in a forest

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[J.A.N]

"I watched their roots explode, they sucked me in
And held me close, I slept a moment in their veins"

Favorite part.
Great write; I loved this.

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Trees alone- They stand alone in a forest
I am alone- I, too, crowded in a forest

I so loved this part of your write.
I enjoyed this, lovely set up as well.