I curl around the bottom of this tree
and I place my hands down into the
cool wet grass, the cool wet grass
I will later to climb.
But for now my hands merely place
In the cool wet grass
An important time is coming
This heralds and important time.
When the world moves on
Things are moving faster
Speeding up, speed speeding up
And up I go into the life of this tree
And it groans and creaks beneath and all around me
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