In endless streams of play You heal the wounds of my arising With that softning touch of skin Where I leave off and you begin I AM A STICK AND I AM HAPPY Like the bird and like the bee I always thought you wanted me Because I was a tree But now I know You wanted me Because I am A stick! It was nice in the dark All covered up in bark And I was sad When they cut me from the tree But once the cutting was done They laid me out in the sun How long am I? I am a stick and I am happy In endless streams of play You heal the wounds of my arising With that softning touch of skin Where I leave off and you begin I am a stick and I am happy