Tell me about the trees

Tell me things

Things I don’t know

I don’t know what it is

About that gleam in your eyes

Or the goose-bumps you get

When you tell me

The things I long to hear

You share

When you tell me about the trees

I get the feeling

You’re open to(o)

You’re telling me things

I should know

I should know more about you

We all have our stories to tell

Maybe one day

When all the fruit has been

Picked and all the hardwoods

Felled someone will read your

Story in the rings