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Leaves growing green from Red Earth Watch you walk away Return again to me Sometimes you root like a weeping willow tree Bending dangerously in a strong wind I live the you you are to me Taking cool shade under your canopy You're a conifer coming up Somehow catching the cup Threatening to slip from your grasp It having been placed in your branches By She Who hears your cry A throaty rasp All beauty unseen in your quivering grace As smiles belight a darkened face The love of which so few eyes trace Can no one note the Earth's delight When the warm breeze sprays raindrops Of magic living light From the boughs of her sighs And the purity of truth in her eyes? I can; I can sing Seems I've got the special decoder ring Not nearly enough though, and rightly so For Leos need be lionized Above the status quo By not quite so much as many Or just so few as one Still, GoldenTree lies hidden In a forest far from sun Building arks in secret Which is rarely often fun So where are you when Love goes Blue And habits leave you gasping I'll be here with my tree seen queer And our hands shall be a-clasping You'll whistle your flute As she bears your strange fruit Then you're off to see your wizard This secret I'll bear With my hands in her hair As he turns you into a lizard! Inside with her now We are safe, sometimes sound And the roar of the crowd goes on I'll just sit here and rhyme Pick up pearls from the swine As she switches swift to a swan copyright 1997-2002 Panjoyah |