November 17, 2010

Air

Up in the major's tree
The one he planted back when he was just a boy
Back in 1923
Thirty meters and a foot, take a look, take a climb
What you'll find is the product of a seed

The seed is sown, all alone
It grows above with a heart of love
A sharpened shelter of
The animals of land and cold weather breathing
We're all breathing

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