Behind every tree is a cutting machine and a kite fallen from grace

The wind and I, we speak the same
but he don’t hear so well
You’re gonna have to curse him
well you’re gonna have to yell
The sky and I, we’ve had our fights
and I’m coming round to rain
If the rain come round and it don’t go out
then I’ll never have to speak again

Laura Marling - The captain and the hourglass