skyline Tops of Trees, framed by Sky as Dawn approaches in slippers, rise from Valley; circle Heaven.
Stumbling i’m a lost tumbleweed, spreading seed. i hitched to the mountains, rolled with the trees; now i’m hangin’ on a sea breeze. i’ll play. i won’t stay. the desert calls but i love waterfalls. i don’t know where i belong. that’s my song.
Tree & Me i follow beaten trails to the tender tips of your questing roots. i return to rest in the shade of your senses and we speak.