Roots grow where they cannot see
They steel my sticks and burn them for their fires
Fires that make air they think I can save
But roots grow deep below the surface.
Roots grow where they cannot see
They cut down my trunk and use it for weapons
Weapons they use to remove more of me
But roots grow deep below the surface.
Roots grow where they cannot see
They try to take what’s left of me, but I’m ...