EVERYTHING IS LIGHT

This city seems dead

Except for the leaf just turning red

It was not fall but summer instead

A car drove into this tree

And a bottle flying away from his hand

Did you hear the wind rustling since the night 

Before a crow came and nest

It was a war that you dreamt

All leaves are torn down from this tree

The next day there wasn’t even a cloud left

But autumn finally comes 

Nothing stops the wind nor anything the saws

He says it was all about contracts

Don’t cut down this tree!

You cry out and your blood sprays

This life you lived, do you remember?

Wine, feathers, and now lumber 

Which one is yours, or neither 

Or did you kill this tree?

Yet the stump grows even greener