BALLAD OF ESCAPE
Lost in the night
The black pine sweep away the starlight
Suddenly, the wrong path takes a sharp right
Fear grips your throat and holds it so tight
Lost in the deep
It’s quiet down here where Poseidon sleeps
The sunlight fails to reach the cold reef
Fear grips your heart and stops it’s slow beat
Lost and alone
A million miles away from my home
I drop a quarter in the payphone
I falter when I hear the dial tone
So I’ll just fade away
Hold myself and fade away
Everything in nature is old. The rock, the stone, the majestic mountains, these you know to be ancient. And trees may be old, in the minds of men, but are they not as ancient as the granite tor or the snow-capped parapets of earth’s bones?
The tree may be alone, it may live and die. But it is the flesh of another tree, the seed of another life. Trees beget trees beget trees. They are one flesh and one mind and are as ancient as the oceans or even the stars. The pine you see today saw the waking of the world. The oak witnessed the dawn of mankind. The beech and birch and willow, their wisdom is old.
Let us not forget the plants that dwell at the knees of oaks and birch and pines, the shrubs and ferns and grasses. They are ancient as well. The cactus, the onion, dandelions and daffodils have genetic thoughts passed down from generation to generation. Trod carefully when you walk upon the grass, you walk on a trillion generations of memories.