Dressed up with my sister —
I was a bat and she was a fly.
Now we're a little bigger —
Still we have to cry.
Pine by the sea my namesake soon will rot away.
Watch the beetles, eat bark on another day.
Our mama will no longer be
on this land by the sea.
I push away I beg and plea —
You will no longer come with me.
Tree bones will die alone,
And our bones will find a home.