five trees later

it all lines up in the end ⋅ it’s easy ⋅ just use your hands to count down ⋅ up ⋅ down ⋅ five trees later we don’t reach any horizon ⋅ no lake or ocean ⋅ but we keep our smile ⋅ subtle ⋅ only the small bird can see ⋅ we know it with our skin

sounds they make when nobody is listening:

dreams the forest ⋅ five trees later ⋅ vals for winter butterflies ⋅ un-dance above the tree line ⋅ the ballad of empty cloud