Bandaging Broken Branches
The trees that grow all around us,
The trees that grow all around us,
They seem to be limitless to me.
They seem to be limitless to me.
They all seem to grow around us
Trees, that be to me, limitless.
Slow moving explosions that burst within,
Slow moving explosions that burst within,
My heart has never healed any holes.
My heart has never healed any holes.
My heart, moving explosions that burst slow,
has never healed any holes within.
The roots grow firm from the ground,
The roots grow firm from the ground,
Sturdier than the tree holding me up.
Sturdier than the tree holding me up.
The tree grows up from the ground
Holding me sturdier than the firm roots.
Healed trees seem to be moving
Around me, my roots grow from
Within the ground burst slow, to us
The firm grow, the limitless tree
That has heart holes holding up roots.
To all the tree, never has explosions. I wrote this paradelle because I like trees. :)
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