Lay Down In the Fire

Roots thirst

Trunks tower over the hills

We grip the earth

Been growing for thousands of years.

A weary scaffolding for the sky

Cracked skin, these branches are all bone dry.

Late is the hour

Come lay down in the fire.

Late is the hour

Come lay down in the fire.

Seeds hang

Locked in a spiral and safe

Sleeping, in stillness and silence they wait

The striking of story unraveling flame

To awake, any day now it's coming

Late is the hour

Come lay down in the fire.

Late is the hour

Come lay down in the fire.