the joys of my world lay in the trees,
my earth a place of rest,
my home within the roots,
within the soil of which good grows from,
I am part of the trees I say,
they wish me protection,
allow me to whisper my secrets into the ground,
one day when I am in my tomb,
I will finally be layed rest in my home,
for the earth was my original womb,
she was my mother,
they just placed me in the wrong house.