The boys fell, fell, fell far away
From the calm air where the ocean lay
Where waves came up to swallow them
As the tree, tall as the Empire State Building
Swayed, soft and steady
The wind slapped them as they walked
Slowing their pace
But nobody, no nobody, cares
And the boys, pale as paper
Watching as the moon glistened through the dark clouds
And they moved against the wind
Slowly at first, then faster, faster
Until they collapse into
Wildflowers, dyed scarlet with blood
Dripping into a quickly flowing river
Pulling the boys along with the cold current
