It's well that you knows how I have grown
It's well that you've taken note
The needle's apt to slip when you're away
The threads I've mended always tend to fray
Still, up and through, unbend and loop
Stem, leaf, and root: lend me my proof
The hills gave naught back when I asked
Save for the wind coursing back home
Could you be the thread I spin?
Affixed not to place nor kin?
Roots to burgeon free from out my feet
Skin to crack and harden against the breeze
Dun bark, soft light leaf
Could I bear fruit?
Could I bear fruit?
Just for a day
Could I give my pleasure away?
Oh, stay!
Stay beneath my shade
You precious thing, oh darling stay
Climb among my limbs
Delighter, sing the sunlight dim
Take of the fruit I bore for thee
My worn and weary companion
Take all I am
All I'd be. Take all of me.
And how proud he would be
To see how I'd flowered for thee
To see how I'd outgrown my need
How proud