We grow just like trees
With a cap on our heights
With limbs just like branches
But no bark, all bite
Our hair falls like leaves
On the eves of our Winters
And old trees grow gray
As they fade into splinters
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
We grow just like trees
With a cap on our heights
With limbs just like branches
But no bark, all bite
Our hair falls like leaves
On the eves of our Winters
And old trees grow gray
As they fade into splinters