I Am a Stick

In endless streams of play
You heal the wounds of my arising
With that softening touch of skin
Where I leave off and you begin

I am a stick
And I am happy

Like the bird and like the bee
I always thought you wanted me
Because I was a tree
But now I know you wanted me
Because I am a stick

It was nice in the dark
All covered up in bark
And I was sad when they cut me from the tree
But once the cutting was done
They laid me out in the sun

How long am I?
I am a stick
And I am happy

In endless streams of play
You heal the wounds of my arising
With that softening touch of skin
Where I leave off and you begin

I am a stick
And I am happy