The Wild Side of Me
by Elizabeth Challinor
The wild side of me
Whispers
Hug that tree
In the middle
Of a busy square
What will people think?
Why do you care?
The wild side of me
Sings
Dance around that tree
But people will stare
Who cares?
The wild side of me
Is
No fool
Soon
We'll all be inside a tree
Or ashes scattered in the air