im a mystic tree
im covered in fog
my arms are many
and they are crossing
eachother.
and my fingers are crossing
eachother
and my feet go on for miles.
but all you can see is my
trunk
which is my stomach.
and the birds fly
all around me
and so do other animals
i have many holes in me
i only speak
when the wind whips all through
my fingers and arms
and forces me to whisper
upset whines
and mean secrets