A girl feels as though a tree has grown inside her and become part of her body, with branches extending from her like arms and roots running through her hands and arms. She sees herself as having merged with the tree, becoming the tree itself, as well as becoming moss and violets blown by the wind. Though a child, she feels this connection would be seen as nonsense to others.
A girl feels as though a tree has grown inside her and become part of her body, with branches extending from her like arms and roots running through her hands and arms. She sees herself as having merged with the tree, becoming the tree itself, as well as becoming moss and violets blown by the wind. Though a child, she feels this connection would be seen as nonsense to others.
A girl feels as though a tree has grown inside her and become part of her body, with branches extending from her like arms and roots running through her hands and arms. She sees herself as having merged with the tree, becoming the tree itself, as well as becoming moss and violets blown by the wind. Though a child, she feels this connection would be seen as nonsense to others.
The sap has ascended my arms, The tree has grown in my breastDownward, The branches grow out of me, like arms. Tree you are, Moss you are, You are violets with wind above them. A child - so high - you are, And all this is folly to the world.