when cradle stalls
Have you ever noticed trees are grass
from a certain point of view?
Baby cries when cradle stalls—
that money's meant for two
On finest nights, we'll drink our wine
until the morn' ensues
Carpets bear the seldom spare
What money's left for you?
Have you ever noticed trees are birds
from a certain point of view?
Paper planes cut through the sky,
become the baby's muse
What happens when the mountains rise
with grass stains on their shoes?
Echoes fade of baby's cries,
leave mountains destitute