As I crush leaves in my hand Like they were never meant to die Theres a hush that tress pretend Is the wind to hide their cry.. So another one can take its place On the branch from which it fell Can grow back within the space With no trace so you could tell... But the mildew on my skin Wil remind me it was there Almost see through as it blends With the sunlight and the air.. Catching rainbows as it rise Just to cool the very breeze That sustained so much of my Sudden impulses to breathe.. And when all thats left is dust I Take another from the ground So that all I ever need to crush Are the ones that made it down ...