Water from earth, earth from sky.
I sit silently still as the days pass by.
I am so tired, but I don't stop.
I won't drop or sink slowly down, down, down,
To lie here, on the dank cold ground.
What is it about space,
That lonely place above,
That draws us in, it occupies our dreams,
Much like elusive true love.
Starry blanket, grassy bed,
With no pillow on which to rest my head.
I stand tall, arms lifted high,
My spirit naked and raw to the passerby.
Wilted laurels encircle my head,
And my rotten wood heart is almost dead.
The envy of Rome with emerald hue,
That's right, I'm watching you.
My roots reach deep, down into time,
I remember when all this land used to be mine.
People used to care for me,
To honor my life,
Over small broken twigs the caused great strife.
I know what happened,
Modern life is what,
You rarely notice me,
Rarely look up.
You don't see the fungus that grows
A festering sore on my grey barky skin.
You think me beautiful and pure, devoid of sin.