Planting Trees

Dreamt of four cedars grown out of my chest In form identical, those cedars aligned Dreamt the sun arisen amongst them in the mornings In deliberation, with plenty of shadows ‘n shining lights Have you ever heard of cedars reciting stories of place of birth? Who spread the word to neighboring lands, before growth incepts? But my cedars rendered their stories long prior to breed 'Cause I read the stories they buried deep in my chest

4 Jul 2021