Roots to the sky

Come here little one, come feel this breeze
I know the trees seem rooted to the ground
but come stand underneath
and look! We're upside down
And are the trees not rooted in the sky?
No need to stand beside the oak to feel small
just look up, look up little one
See what's up above us
Come and feel the breeze, beneath the trees,
in the shade of our private green canopy
See the way the branches shiver
The fall is coming darling, don't worry when fall comes
we will stand against the burning trees
When our canopy bursts into flames the ashes will fall and fall
but we will stand little one, against all of this
Come on little one,
 let us watch the change and forget how small we are
We control the seasons! Push the breeze, light the trees
Make it bare little one. Roots to the sky