In endless streams of play
You heal the wounds of my arising
With that softning touch of skin
Where I leave off and you begin
I AM A STICK
AND I AM HAPPY
Like the bird and like the bee
I always thought you wanted me
because I was a tree
But now I know
you wanted me
because I am
a stick!
It was nice in the dark
All covered up in bark
And I was sad
when they cut me from the tree
But once the cutting was done
They laid me out in the sun
How long am I?
I am a stick and I am happy
In endless streams of play
you heal the wounds of my arising
With that softning touch of skin
where I leave off and you begin
I am a stick and I am happy