A great man once said,
With all the dying trees I scream
Ash, Beech, Maple and Oak.
Take a sip and a breath
Don’t mess without warning
With a yawn
A dawning intelligence
A listening friend to bend an ear
Hears you with a pleasant smile
For a while voices blend
And mend your bleeding brain.
One of the songs I’ve never had on my ipod is one of my favourites…
For how long will this little red bar last?
That trusty white plastic rectangle
Of joy and audio
Kings of sound
I found you in the dark
Desert until my tears made a stream through you and
Let the trees grow.
The secrets of creation
About birth and life and death and pain
It comes down with the rain
Singing in storms and crashing in tides and rising in rhymes we can’t yet imagine
Rhythms of laughter like thunder
Where lightning strikes red hot.