Arboreal       
 
Starin' at these hands, starin' at the lines of age that trace
Every face of youth I have ever known
The voice of truth reminds (me)
My reasons here are warning
Plant the seeds remaining  Alone
Lookin' at this tree
Lookin' at the veins of time that show
Every year of growing he has ever known
The voice of life recalls
Flowers red still falling
Lays his branches down alone
All it is we're not, all they say we can't
Echoes through the chance of time
But somewhere on the breeze
Scent of leaves return to me
Remind me there is time to reap

The beauty of these seeds (is) the hope of all they'll be
The peace and hope of aging (is) the effort of each dawn
So let the young ones run, we'll look at what we've done
And put this fertile seed into the ground
Beneath this bunyan tree

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