Lyrics

The wind stirs my heart.
Looking at this tangled mess of branches.
Leaves dancing, poetically,
now just a murmur.
Is it a coincidence that they
are heart-shaped leaves?

And now, still.
Except for a few
who can't help but russell.

I stand face to face with a tree
200 times my size,
or more
And I ask it questions it
knows no answer to.

Save the steadysame answer
of blowing & rootedness &
variety on every branch.

A million hearts in the world
why should mine get
special consideration?
And yet I plea.
My plea bargain fantasy
My santa claus God.


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(end part I)