In the park I stopped at a tree
Built to hold together temporarily
I had to thank it for covering me
Questionably, but willfully
When I travel, wherever I go
I hold these parcels that only I know
Afraid of one falling out through a hole
Or the highway patrol
So the rock cannot roll
The best it knows how, this tree covers me
I think the thoughts I was thinking at three
I sleep inside my warm memories
Unquestioningly, and willingly
When the hail falls, it shaves the treetops like it were a saw
And the bark starts to fall
And down it will come, cradle and all
And then when I wake
I've misplaced all my dear memories
I've forgotten my name
And I find it hard to believe
That there ever was a tree
That remembered so crumblingly
In this thing I only now call me
And revealed to me everything that I see
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