ive held birds with broken wings between all my changing leaves keep my branches strong to hold their perch but my roots cant seem to quench my thirst and the birds hate us naked trees its our honesty that makes them leave while the dark flock hovers wondering what would help me keep my big mouth shut and i will always tame my mind what hand grafts us to what vine while the stars quietly speak of mystery or futility which will keep me steady on my feet you have built nests from all of my bark for too long to tell us apart but my branches always seem to break when i look for you inside their shapes and the earth will never tame its mind what foot crushed us to what wine while the ocean loudly speaks of creativity or vanity but which will keep me steady on my feet but they say you ask too many questions you start too many fires you dream of resurrection but youre too scared to die