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On that hickory grove, where we used to meet
Where the branches bare and the willows weep
There stood a man, like six foot three
With these charcoal

only your false love
Honey I've been true I swear by God above
I thought you were a willow but
You never wept for me
You went roaming in the wildwood

Battle of Trees

Tori Amos

Night of Hunters

2011

trusted

First comes the Birch
Rowan followed by the Ash
Then through the Alder she forms
And merges with Willow

The Hawthorne blossoms
As the Oak

And we’re all going up in smoke			

A dead oak frozen like a lightning strike		
Autumn colour like God’s own bonfire light		
And a crown of leaves

mosquitoes whizzing by your ear
I'm just out here hustling music dog I'm working
Selling CD's, please don't do me like Alton Sterling
Was I lucky? or God

The dogwood, the oak and the willow

So gracefully wave in the breeze

The dogwood, I'll always remember

My Lord, died upon one of these.


The sunset in its

I walked among the willows
Among the branching trees
Stepped out into the muddy
The ancient mysteries

The birch comes before the hazel
The ash,

as an Oak, don't want her weeping like a willow
I rather see her in St. Barth's her head sleeping on a pillow,
peace and tranquility, peep the silhouette 
made

the one
To find out
Collect rain in a cup for lunch
Sprout the rest
Douse the set
Left the room soaking wet
Slept under an oak
Built a moat around my castle