i have painted the tree in raw honey
i have bathed its leaves in bitter salt
i have hidden in the cracks
i have slept on the branches
when every human
every bird
has given up on the tree
i'll pour over a bucket of stardust
that will remove the stickiness
that will remove the saltiness
then in front of the tree
i'll take my seat
and all that will be left
is only what is sweet
