{THE GIVING TREE
the trees hear every whisper
looking up from underneath the fractured moonlight on the sea; the reflections still look the same to me as before i went under. and it's peaceful in the deep cathedral where you cannot breathe , no need to pray, no need to speak. and it's breaking over me, a thousand miles under the sea bed, found a place to rest my head. never let me go, never let me go.
