Woodland Hunter (Part 2) - The Appleseed Cast

Cold in this soil

And longing for your embrace

Growing old

As time takes what’s left in state

Then

The trees

Are brown

And we all sleep

Heart filled with love

Despairing, descending day

Will they take

Both hands will wrest away

Flesh

And bone

And time

Will free us

Exploding with leaves

The wind is the painter’s brush

Finding lines

And filling the heart with love

Down

The trunk

The roots

Will feed