Tree
He watching you
Look at tree
He listening to you
He got no finger
He cant speak
But that leaf
He pumping, growing
Growing in the night
While you sleeping
You dream something…
The tree and grass
Same thing
The mountain speaks
Using the words before words
He says sun is a question
Worth answering endlessly
The mountain sleeps
And prophesizes future weather
The trees reach deep
into the mountain
sing with their branches