Tied up in trees Caught in the wind Little stories hidden All around Hear the sound Of the whispers The secrets They breathe On the breeze Tangled melodies Little memories chase Little memories chase little Memories Speak the truth They would not understand it Deaf to a wounded planet Blind to a rainbow pallet Spring to life Spring to life Nature knows and holds divine Paper plates and paper planes Paper lined to scrawl, to complain These paper bags dissolve in the rain And I can't even write your name In paper back, the stories I read Paper boats and paper hats I believe Are two folds away from each other Paper chains strung up Draped in colour All come down