Will it move you if I beg? Will it reach you if I pray?
Can I speak straight to your soul,
and convince your heart to stay?
Maybe get into your head and plant a little seed,
water it each day, and raise it up into a tree.
Apples, peaches, avocados and grapes,
the land we could work, and the love we could make.
Tomatoes, papaya, melons, and dates,
long nights of music, days asleep in her shade.
And we rise like the treeline, becoming one with this place…
the roots where we stand, and a reason to stay.