This tree, this life,
roots growing from the sky to the sea
dancing across the picture plane of my mind
tell me this story of how it grew?
The branches extend in every direction
There is nothing they don't connect to
Vines for us to swing from
Will you play with me here?
It's as safe as anything is
We can paint a flower over there
Or we can just lay on this sweet grass and watch
As the tree grows
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