December Song

Under any hand but yours my heart won't beat

Only you can rouse me from my sleep

So I dream of fertile earth and tender breeze

And I'll keep dreaming till I am summoned back to life by your heat

I wish the gods would turn me into a tree

But keep my mind distinct, alive, and free

My trunk will thicken with ring after ring

My fingertips will blossom in the spring

I'll grow branches supple and strong for you to climb

I will raise you ever closer to the sky

Beneath my shade you'll pass the time

And in the fall you'll watch me lose my mind

My leaves will paint the ground below with red

As one by one they tumble from my head

Till just my lonely skeleton is left

And in my bareness you will think me dead

Under any hand but yours my heart won't beat

Only you can rouse me from my sleep

So I dream of fertile earth and tender breeze

And I'll keep dreaming till I'm summoned back to life by your heat