Out Here

If you wait for a breeze
The leaves will tell you
Something here is dying

If you drop to your knees
The birdsong will warn you
There is no use in trying

If you sit among trees
The roots grow around you
Watered by your crying

Your joy and your fear
Lead you in different directions
Or just the one
Out here it doesn't matter

When you open your ears
To the music of convection
The rain and sun
Out here it doesn't matter

If you trip through the trails
The path will guide you
Out into the pasture

If you step on their tails
One of them will bite you
Unless lament bites you faster

If you pause in the vales
Grasses will invite you
Sleep will be your master

The laughter and tears
Climb up from different places
Or just the one
Out here it doesn't matter

When your eyes can see clear
The illusion of their faces
The rain and sun
Out here it doesn't matter