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The Impossible Machine
TREE OF SEASONS, a poem
I put my face in the sand
at the base of a tree
My mind was wrinkled like
the bark of a tree
And if it was summer
and if it was spring
I longed for fruit
and darkest sleep

I put my face in the sand
at the base of a tree
My mind was wrinkled
like the bark of a tree
And if it was winter
and if it were fall
I longed to sing
and live eternal

But when I age I'll be a tree
The bird on my boughs will be the spring
The fallen seed will be the fall
Winter a sleep and summer a song
I'll know that leaves do not grow from sand
And the sap in the tree is like words in the wind
I might bathe in the shadows or swallow the light
But the world turns away




Note:

The above is adapted in part from a song overheard at a
concert held by the
CT Folk Alliance/ Connecticut Folk Festival.
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by Eucaleh Terrapin