Back To Babylon

Back to Babylon His hair and beard made of twigs and moss His eyes two conkers brown looked across His torso a tree trunk solid robust Arms of thick branches with fingers that brush Two legs made from the roots on which keeps him standing such Leaves make features of his face green in summer and orange in autumn to touch A cloak of sunlight to bring him to life And water he drinks like blood as wife He sits upon this earth watching humans walk his path Then see them cut his brothers down to burn to ash Memories of when monkeys and trees lived as one The monkey became man then found a gun But one day we will all recycle and the trees will be the kingdom And man will no longer need power just structure in a world called Babylon