the trees are bent and they seem to be reaching for something

I've used up the last pages of my notebook
but everything is so beautiful
I throw my blessings upon the road
let everyone come home safe tonight

the trees are running away
I wonder what they are afraid of

there used to be a river there. it dried up but that was still the most fertile land in the valley. so the trees took root there. and they huddled together against the wind.