Versaemerge

Their arms
They reach
They branch
Like they're trying to catch me
They stand so tirelessly
Outgrown the sides of roads
All mixed in gold
This summer has me...
This summer has me sold
I see the hints
Just picture it,
Craving to witness
But we blinked and missed it
Beg to the sky, long days and old night
Here we are, rooted deep, looking up. So sun sweet...
Until the fall we lose it all...
Here we are
Thin and bare