Bare trees look like veins
As I look out my window
Might be proof of a common
Ancestor between us
Like we pulled up our roots
And softened our bark
To grant ourselves freedom
And walk through the park
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
Bare trees look like veins
As I look out my window
Might be proof of a common
Ancestor between us
Like we pulled up our roots
And softened our bark
To grant ourselves freedom
And walk through the park