Messages move on the air and the breeze
And the tree-people speak through the winds and the leaves
But that's ok, they speak to me about the use of my limbs
And the things that I see
Picture frames of perfect children dancing feed the mindset
In a viceless world of stingers
Any movement is always timeless, rhymes just feed me time these days
'till I see the path then I tap my superpowers
Locked in a world of meekness leaves me sleepless
Read my books for hours; speak to trees;
And under the light of a starstruck moon they speak to me;
About falling leaves, and being trapped in one place all the time
But most of the time they speak about a pretty little girl who's feet don't touch the ground
Speak about they ways that she plays and she moves and how she never breaks twigs when she jumps around
She spit the light in me for laughter
She had always smelled so nice
She sees the world the way it see's her through a calming tinted light
When night falls, her playful songs bring movement to the stillness
A liveliness, uproots the trees so they can't feel the illness
And in the day, they're back again
Exactly where they were when she stopped singing
That's why there's no paths through the trees
So save the forest
And lead to her please