900 And Counting
The trees were nine hundred feet too tall
to see the sun
that followed me across the summer and fall
The trees were nine hundred feet too tall
to see the moon
that waxed me to life and waned me to a crawl
The trees were nine hundred feet too tall
to ever climb
that I might see the stars and what they saw
The trees were nine hundred feet too tall
to dig up
the roots that keep me landlocked to the planet
The trees were nine hundred feet too tall
for any enemy
to ever find me and all that I entail
The trees were nine hundred feet too tall
for any animal
to stalk between and eat me in my sleep
The trees were nine hundred feet too tall
and the trees keep growing
winter, spring, summer, and all
growing nine hundred feet taller