We have supplied the air with care for so many years.
We are the tallest and look out for the smallest and we just fall like it's nothing.
Do you ever hear him crashing face first into the dirt of mother earth.
Do you ever see me fall headlong breaking off a friends arm.
There are plenty of us made into crafts and I guess that's all we're worth.
A wooden charm.
Something to write on.
A picture frame.
