The tree has entered my hands
The sap has ascended my arms
The tree has grown in my breast
Downward
Tree you are
Moss you are
Tree you are
Moss you are
You are violets with wind above them
A child so high you are
A child so high
And all this is folly to the world
The tree has entered my hands
The sap has ascended my arms
The tree has grown in my breast
Downward
Tree you are
Moss you are
Tree you are
Moss you are
You are violets with wind above them
A child so high you are
A child so high
And all this is folly to the world
Tree you are
Moss you are
Tree you are
Moss you are
You are violets with wind above them
A child so high you are
A child so high
And all this is folly to the world