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.