Your Backyard

I’m leaning on a falling tree in your backyard
And I know it’s going to fall
Toppling
Yes, I’m toppling
It’s ok to laugh, I’ll get back up again

But now’s the time, if you wish
You could run away while I am down
You could turn and not look back
You could leave me here for dead in your backyard

I must admit, the grass here is quite comforting
So what if maybe I stayed
Grounded
Would you ever think
It’s where you want to be, next to me

The clouds aren’t changing shape with you here
They form and stay, writing our names
And I can’t say whether there movements are pure
Because I don’t trust the ground to keep me still
So who are we to say we’re standing still
Yeah, who are we to say we’re standing still

-Zach

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