I’m Like You, Tree The Microphones

I'm like you, tree, I grow and die
And like you my wealthy branches sag in rain
And also like you, wind blows me dry
Still coursing through with wet remains
We glow in a gleam, we thrive in light
Look closely, look at me closely
I look just like you, tree
We both burst blindly from the ground
Hardened pilgrims from a molten core
And we both sing love for a womanly cloud
Our many limbs reaching for more