From the Attic

<p>“And when the roots are watered </p><p>I’ll fly my human soul  </p><p>into the finest blooming tree </p><p>and live in it till summer lasts. </p><p><br>And with winter </p><p>I’ll find the narrowest cave </p><p>and hibernate like bears. </p><p><br>And if the seasons change </p><p>I’ll disguise into winds. </p><p><br>Oh the things I’ll do  </p><p>to escape this life and still live </p><p>to still live in traded tragedies.”</p>