from A tree perspective

Every single branch of us, I mean, trees
As well as of all those, you see, streams
Has its own direction to go
Like human babies fingers and toes
Or arrows just left from bows
Before the wind blows
Only before the wind blows
But, for you, I know
The time of certainty is gone
Youre standing one second before
The thoroughly unknown
This is not your fault
Youre wobbling one second before
The wobbling unknown
This is not your fault
This is not your fault