Lichen on a Limb

I am a lichen on a limb

I plant my feet and dig right in

I live upon you as my host

you may not see me I'm a ghost

I am a lichen on a limb

I am a feather in the grass

I float unseen as your feet pass

I have been left by one who's flown

I can not fly upon my own

I am a feather in the grass

I am a pile of broken bones

A tuning fork without a tone

A crown-less queen upon a throne

Singing my duet alone

I am a seed upon the land

I may not grow without your hand

to press me dark into the earth

where I may sprout and feel my worth

I am a seed upon the land

I am an oak upon the hill

I grown my strength from standing still

I'll share my leaves to give you shade

come to my arms if you're afraid

I am an oak upon the hill

I am a pile of broken bones

And I will find my way back home

Although the path is strewn with stones

I embrace the great unknown

I am a lichen on a limb

I plant my feet and dig right in

I live upon you as my host

you may not see that I'm a ghost

I am a lichen on a limb

I am a lichen on a limb

I am a lichen on a limb