Like a bird
perching on the fig tree,
I target with no hunger and fear
For the good tree,
gives good fruit for picking
Your love for us comes easy
when my madness is triggered
by this obscene world of smoke and bombastic fire
Our quiet and content house
is built on a good tree
which feeds from a clean stream
I’ll perch inside this gilded cage
and I swing, as the feathers fall down gentle and inevitable
Your love is a good tree
even when I am a bad fruit
Wolves and monsters howl and the
wall of silence shatter my weak heart
You are a good tree
sturdy and calm.