I'll be gone for awhile.
I feel it, this tree holds the earth and cradles the sky.
This is the spawn of the world and a seed from her, from our universe.
The rocks will melt, and the stars will die before I return.
Before I can come back..alive.
I'll be gone for awhile but I will be back.
This tree....its rooots must hold her heart.
It's roots must hold the sky.
Grow, grow for me, breath for me, die and live for me.
I need you, I love you, thank you.
Thank you death, and thank this hole.
THIS is what a hole feels like.
Thank you, I will be gone for awhile, but I come back alive. I come back.
I come back.
It's roots...they have to hold her heart, it's roots they have to touch the ground.
It's roots..I hear..even when they can not make a sound.
Run with me.
Be with me.
Thank this hole, thank this tree I will be gone for awhile.
I come back.....