I am a pine
I Am A Pine
You had me believe you were a beauty
A seed, a flower, a fruit, a sweet, to me you seemed
Your dark branches enchanted me but you aren’t the wise tree you seemed
You are a sweet poison for which they thirst
Your branches creep
Go back to the creek where you weep
Where your lies seep into the mouths of thirsty innocents
I hope you like it there in the creek where the light does not shine
Because I will never go back again
For I am a pine
In the divine light I shine
Upon the heavens I reach
My tall branches preach the lesson of peace
Truth
And an honest pine I am
For I am a pine
And In the divine light I shine