If thee can see the natural beauty of any tree,
Even in all of the different ways that any tree can be,
Then thee is far better than the worst of humanity.
It is right there in front of your face.
Look around, it’s all over the place.
Don’t know why it is you cannot see
What is plainly apparent to me.
Could I get you to open your eyes?
Look again and you will be surprised.
But you tell me that it isn’t there
Thus, you never have reason to care…
There’s a different set of life rules
Separating all the types of fools.
But we are all within our own box
And we’re bound up in chains and with locks.
But I think it is kind of a crime
To refuse to look all of the time.
And insisting there is nothing there…
Thus, you never have reason to care…
Still, I guess it can be hard to see
The whole forest from among the trees.
All the details obstruct and confuse
And will block out the much grander views.
I guess I could be totally wrong.
Maybe this is where we both belong.
But don’t tell me there is nothing there
Thus, you never have reason to care…
At times we are all in a state of bewilderment
Life can surprise us, our routine short circuits us
Can't see the forest
For the trees, we short-circuit
Don't know what I'm saying as into the unknown I'm thrust
How easy
It becomes
To lose yourself
In the forest
Of your own
Mossy head
Especially on days
Where the thoughts that line the canopy
Get stuck on the low hanging branches
If we let go for
a moment
sparkling light
lures us to that
other world
We move
closer to the source
and we find that
it has disappeared
Some kind of
magic trick, I suppose
Yet the lights
on the other
side of
the bay
still shine
The exsistence of light
is relative to the
exsistence of darkness
Can we watch the dance and join in?
Or are we missing the forest for the
trees?
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