Trees
©2014 Garrett Clevenger
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This is a tale of a time not long ago
when the girls would weep
About the role of the trees
In taking down their dreams.
They were rolling with the punches.
They've been battered by the storm.
There isn't one among them.
Who isn't torn.
Sitting on a lonely corner
See the city boys
Drinking dr. Pepper
Playing with their toys
Their limbs are stretched out.
They are full of leaves.
Some are tall as the buildings.
Some the girls try to please.
Another night in America
The land of the free
Home of the not so brave
Where a girl loved a tree.
There's a million spiders
Creeping in her mind.
They've spun so many god damn webs.
They've trapped her to a time.
Now she's stuck in a motel.
She can't open the door.
There's a key but it's missing
So she just lays on the floor.
And the spiders keep coming.
And so does the rain
It's been pouring for four years.
Now the ceiling has a stain.
There is a slow leak
Through a hole in the roof.
The water now drips in
On her forehead as proof.
She used to catch it in buckets
But they overflowed
She used all kinds of containers.
But she gave up long ago.
Now she just lays there soaking.
Wondering what to do.
The trees outside keeping growing.
She fears one day they'll break through.
She used to shop in the market
Now it's all done online.
She remains anonymous.
She can take her time.
She can be a princess
Or a rich CEO.
She can be any one she wants to.
Though it's not her photo.
But the trees don't know that.
They believe what she says.
They will dream about her.
They don't know she's a mess.
So her audience is waitng
They've come for the show.
They want to see her dancing
Before they get up and go.
Now the webcam is rollin.
All the trees have logged in.
What they see is smokin hot
Now their branches are burnin.
A fire scorched the whole forest.
Burned the trees to the ground.
Not a one was left standing
For miles and miles around.
The girls looked out their windows
After smelling the smoke
They could see past the horizon.
They were now free folk.
Say it if you mean it
Mean it only if it's true
You can take it or leave it
In the red, white and blue.
This is a tale of a time not long ago
when the girls would weep
About the role of the trees
In taking down their dreams.