• Aah!
    I remember
    When I was but a seed
    Roamin’ the land as I pleased
    ‘Til the Hand scooped me little self
    And buried me in bleak and black

    Curse the Hand that cast me away!
    And all I remembered was dark and dull
    ‘Til I felt worms wrigglin’ from me mouth
    Roots and leaves and more green came out
    I felt me growin’ and soon I glimpsed
    The butterflies and breeze of bright and blue

    Yes, good times, good times!
    I remember me awe and me thirst for more
    I was a wee tree but wee all the same
    And beauty was all I saw ‘til winter came
    The breeze was no friend and no birds sang
    And I was afraid I would die again

    Thank goodness for the Hand!
    I remember the twig he tied at me side
    And many springs and winters past
    Each ring was I stronger than the last
    Me fruits flourished, some ripe, some rotten
    And me leaves were there and now no more

    Hahaha!
    Now, I am old
    I was told
    And stories
    And shade
    Are all I’m good for


    But, look!
    ‘Tis the Hand’s Fruit with a new twig
    Roarin’ and hungry
    Are me rings up already?
    ---Grrr---
    Now I remember
    ---Grrrrrr---
    They called me Tree
    ---Grrrrrrrrr---