I Am A Tree, I Show My Age When I Don’t Cry.

We began with a map in hand and a plan, then we lost ourselves in the height and breadths of the redwoods. We summered, we fell, and we wintered. Our old skin supplanted with something else and we stand still like Henry Miller’s hummingbird. We are lost to you, but have found ourselves and we are always, always Guided By Voices: I am a tree - I show my age when I don't cry I have the leaves that will fall off when wind blows by Don't strip off my bark - I have been stripped of it before Yesterday's gone and tomorrow has so much more in store You are a bird - you're taking off in every way Say the last word until there is nothing more to say Don't interrupt - you know the squirrels are my friends Get off my limb - for I will break before I bend I'm planning to see I'm planning to feel you all over me So climb up my trunk and build on your nest Come and get the sap out of me I am a tree! Fruitless and free! No symmetry! Touch me.