I believe there's a tree growing out from my head.
A seed was planted some time ago,
but it hasn't been growing until just now.
I am the soil, but I wish I was the crown.

I can't see the cars, I can't hear the people.
All I can see is this tree, and
all I can hear is the rustling of leaves,
and the creaking of branches that grow.

I am the soil, but I wish I was the crown.