[Verse] You cling where the wet leaves meet, Emerald back, quicksilver feet. Still as a bead in the canopy, Then gone through green geometry. [Chorus] Little tree skink, hold your place, Rain keeps time across your face. Bright as a blade, swift as a thought, You vanish where the branches knot. [Outro] One last flash through the leaves, The forest folds; the eye believes.
