On tree branches
There are birds instead of leaves
All at once, they lift through trees
To reveal the unseen

A blindfold of wings
Held us from perfect sight,
While savaing unready eyes

All will be lost, all will be well
All will be loved when living is hell
We'll cry dead leaves to grow

In broken English,
Arguments igniting fires,
We'll sing in off-key choirs
Of an ageless rebirth

After feathers disappear,
Our bodies will heal and repair

Sent down in envelopes,
A white sea of dangerous hope
Arms overflow with the weightless flood of words,
Perfect ears let truth be heard,
And we will learn to let go
We will learn to let go

We'll pull each letter one by one,
Every ribbon comes undone
Our little eyes and little souls
Will now be strong enough to hold

The divorce of need
Explanations breathe for us

On paper waves we sway
Our bodies get lifted away, outside of space
We'll send down the envelopes
The forest resets in hope