Pines - Puss N Boots

Pines, tall and lean

Get picked off one by one

Shimmer in the streetlights

And shiver in the sun

Cold is so mean

But what do they know

They lean in the wind

And sleep in the snow

Blight of the spring

Was eased by the chill

The whisper of leaves

Was suddenly still

We counted the rings

Worked out every hole

Sometimes only rats

Can sick in the soul

The boughs held the heart

Of the avenue 'til

We wrapped all our lies

In trees that took ill

And stay here 'til spring

And sleep in the snow

And let our hearts ache

For things that won’t grow