From a Tree Perspective

Every single branch of us I mean trees As well as of all those you see streams Has its own direction to go Like human babies' fingers and toes Or arrows just left from bows Before the wind blows Only before the wind blows But for you I know The time of certainty is gone You're standing one second before The thoroughly unknown This is not your fault You're wobbling one second before The wobbling unknown This is not your fault This is not your fault This is not your fault This is not your fault This is not your fault