Followed you back to the hive
Where the king and the queen reside in branches and photographs
And creaks in the soft spoken wood speaking less than they should
It triggers an avalanche
It feels nice to rewind now
The walls ooze like sap from a tree clotted with memory
A presence that decorates
Fingerprints riddle the rooms
Artifacts left as proof
A warmth that still radiates
It feels nice to remind
As the energy slowly wades off into time's hungry ocean
And the tension in the swing is lost with the termites in motion
And while nature and nostalgia brawl at the forks in our fabric
The memories bounce off the walls, alive in the attic