And if you shoot me, I'll bleed and fertilize the seed, I will grow to be the wisest tree

And if you shoot me, I'll bleed and fertilize the seed,

I will grow to be the wisest tree,

—And if you chop me down, burn the green beneath my feet,

I'll be the breeze beneath the wings,

I'll be the space you can't conceive,

I'll be the subtle warmth that lips make when they sing

the sounds of prophecies ~

Entrapped in form for now, but abundantly free in …