The branches against my face
Pushing my hair down and through my soul
Brown,red,silver,black
All inside my heart.
It's uncertain, my future
I don't even know where I am.
Am I home or am I lost?
Only the trees know the answer
So I bike
So I walk
Asking, Whispering, Yelling
At the trees to please answer me
They speak in whispers so foreign
So only the birds understand their words.
To the birds I cannot speak
To my efforts they mockingly crow
Their secretive wings
Are thrown upon my face
Until I am lost
And once again
Only the trees know the answer
