tell me, forest girl
how does it feel to have to leave your home?
saying goodbye forever to the trees and flowers
you swore you’d never leave again
the open rolling hills aren’t much of a consolation
fields open wide with sky and foreign plants
too much sky- do you feel like you’re going to collapse?
hold my hand tightly, then
forest boy, you look so pale
barely surviving a thunderstorm’s hail
the tree cover is too much for me
I think I’ll move to the city
and now I’m floating disconnected from time
represented by a long string of arbitrary digits
what is it that makes some values more valuable?
the stars may never know