Boulders

I find solace among the trees It's a very quiet place to be Away from human interaction buried in the heart and soul of the convention Boulders scattered underneath the trees spanning over many centuries I wonder how they got there The ice age must have deposited them there Rotten logs lay flat between them repeating a favorite bible verse Where the tree falls there it lies until judgement takes it to the sky Dead trees tell no tales and the boulders are witness of the age I stood on top of a giant boulder and view the place all over someone must have been hanging out there because I saw an empty beer can bearing the slogan "born in the Rockies" and a gigantic bird feather laying close by suggesting that something might be cooking in the sky The Indians were at peace before the bulldozer came And drive them out into open shame The mountains could not hold them and the trees could not contain them The trees the rocks the ocean and the river put them together and you will get the answer The story has been told over and over until it is spilling all over Mystics come and go showing you which way to go Whether you go right or left you will experience the same death King Solomon was a wise man But he corrupted the entire land with evil Gods and beautiful women He thought that was the best path to make his Kingship last Strange Gods start pouring in left right and center Speechless God without hands and ears bearing a wicked Karma Wooden Gods, stone Gods and all types of evil Gods in the cosmic whom they believe will make them prosper But they are aiming for a terrible disaster The churches are bear and empty And false Gods surround the pulpits Driving a wedge in the congregation Causing much desolation Solomon and his foreign concubines Created a new bloodline setting the world on fire stirring up a real hell-fire and provoking people to conspire