Dead Trees Lyrics

Here in this ravine
is where I saw the trees
cackling at me.
I turned to look for bears
but there were none there.
And then I saw one fall

into the soft earth.

They were lying on the ground,
like babies in their cribs,
decaying into me.
Their trunks were rotting, blue,
collapsing in the rain.
The summit in the mist
threatened like a blade.

But when I was finally there
all there was was air
and a view of the moon
peering through folds of grey,
singing like a bird in s***e.
Peering through folds of grey,
singing like a bird in s***e.