Ahh ahhh ahhhhhhh

Mmmmmm mmmmmmm

I sat where the sycamore leans,

roots like veins through the dampened ground.

Its bark wore scars like faded lines,

stories etched on white and brown.

The wind pulled through, a restless song,

its breath on my face felt heavy, warm.

The branches creaked, the world stood still,

and I felt small against its will.

I wonder how it stays,

holding so much weight.

Through the storm and the raging floods,

it bends, it waits in stone and mud.

Sycamore

Oh oh ohhhhhh

Sycamore tree

Let me learn how to be.

Stroooooooong,

Like the sycamore tree.

In the hollow, haven gives,

a home for those the world forgets.

The fox, the sparrow, the fleeting things,

they leave their mark, the tree never forgets.

I climbed once, higher than I should,

felt the sway like a tethered dance.

My hands scraped raw on the tender wood,

holding on, my heartbeat a dance.

I wonder if I could stand,

with roots buried deep.

Through the hunger, through the hands

that take what they need.

Sycamore

Oh oh ohhhhhh

Sycamore tree

Let me learn how to be.

Learn from a

Tree

Time moves slower under its arms,

like it’s waiting for something to begin.

The leaves don’t mourn when they fall away,

they catch the light and spin.

Each ring it grows records,

a burden, a gift, a weight.

Still it reaches, still it bows,

to the sky, to the earth, to fate.

I wonder how it stays,

(Through the hunger, through the hands)

holding so much weight.

(that take what they need.

(Teach me how to bend, not break.)

teach me how to breathe.

(Teach me)

Teach me

I'm bending, but do not

want to break.