I sit in the shade and the company of the trees
the eternal beings that know nothing of the world around them,
the majestic life sources that bring our lungs to life.
Amongst these silent giants, I almost feel like I belong
because, like them, I am oblivious
but unlike them, I have not found my purpose.
I whittle away at my notebook
the one that my only love had given me
and I think with sweet irony back on the day two became one.
With this notebook in my hand, I feel enlightened
I could scrawl away for hours
in this leather-bound book of secrets I've unfurled.
Sweet serendipity, unlike anything I've ever felt
That's what it was when I first saw you,
and now that's how I feel about the trees
that sway so endlessly, but never change their feelings
Who always stay the same, just as they have through the ages
Never hide but in the winter, when they keep giving us air
While they freeze.
When I look down through my woodland fairy tale,
I feel like the penniless idiot that I know I'll forever be
The feeling is one I plan to come to terms with
one that I know I will embrace eventually
I'd rather take that name than yours
I wave a goodbye to the trees that I love
To the only things in my life that I know all about
yet still have so much to learn from.
To the trees that have taken more care of me than I could myself
To the trees whose lives have heard plenty calamities throughout their many rings
To the trees that listen to me all the same.
I make my way home, to the house with all its fixings
to my lonely room where pictures of a pair have been left upon the walls
A place that reeks of what's been broken by a paramour
Oh, how I wish I could go away from here,
this place where the wallpaper is peeling from the walls
but I know I cannot bear to let it go to waste,
so I try so hard to linger on those summer nights,
Even those days where I found affirmations of this secret plight
Oh, how I wish those infinite oaks could take root and grow,
straight through these broken floors,
and make this life have purpose again.