Last of the Brow-Beating Light

I'm Made of bones
of the branches
The boughs and the brow-beating light
While my feet are the trunks
And my head is the canopy high

And my fingers extend to the leaves and the eaves
and the (bright?)
Might I shine?
It's my shine (child?)

Lyrics from The Queen's Rebuke in The Decemberist's Hazards of Love.

But the river is deep

To the banks

and the water is wild,

I will fly you

To the far side

Grass, Earth, Rock, Leaf, Water, Sky and Tree Reflection all in one picture.