Little Tree

How intimate
I've seen to have lost it
Yet it is with you when I am not
Well you flick your wrists with right and with writ
And you are there for it every time it lands
I've missed again and how low its become
Yet we are still but underneath

Do you love the sun?
Do you notice when its gone?

Does it comfort you?
When you're renewed?
In your mass of skin and teeth?

So don't exist and don't throw stones
We will miss you for however long
I've bled it out and here it comes
You are a mentor to yourself
I will fish you out when you are gone
And you'll live with us forever