Cathedral Grove - March 2005

Out here...
The plants they breathe,
We feel their plea,
Their calls we heed.
We set them free,
To grow as beasts,
The towering trees,
In canopy's,
Of evergreen leaves,
Not toiletries.
The drums release,
The fire heal and yields,
New seeds on stump fields.
Way out here,
The plants are free,
So let them be,
And fall asleep at peace,
But please!
Keep it clean,
So we can keep breathin',
Steeping our tea,
Makin' ends meet,
Playin' beats,
What a treat,
What a fleet,
What a bunch of hippies...