It must be strange for you,
the wind climbing down to meet
the earth.
Like we who are lost,
you walked above in circles
and we followed every footfall, mossy
tree curling in your leaves,
greenly whispering, see me
as I disappear.
It must be strange for you,
the wind climbing down to meet
the earth.
Like we who are lost,
you walked above in circles
and we followed every footfall, mossy
tree curling in your leaves,
greenly whispering, see me
as I disappear.
