Trash Trees

I’ve got Plantasia on repeat

Feel these earworms burrow deep

Gonna sprout a daisy in my sleep

From the top of my head like Mayzie

My brain is a garden bed

The nerves are roots that all spread

Warm sun is on my skin

I swear to you I’m a solar being

We are much the same

I hope that we can change our ways

And start to grow again

At the end of the day

I wish that I could say that it

Will all be okay

There’s a place down by the creek

Where I like to rest my feet

Catch my breath, and then I think

About the way things used to be

when the river flowed so clear

The birds all still lived here

Now there’s rubbish instead of leaves

On the branches of these trash trees

We are much the same

I hope that we can change our ways

And start to grow again

At the end of the day

I wish that I could say that it

Will all be okay

Be okay

Be okay

Be okay