Once upon a time there were too many trees
Who together began to abandon their leaves,
But unfortunately there were too many of these
To be safely conducted to earth by the breeze.
So the air became heavy and as low as the night
By the presence of so many dead things a’ flight,
And the birds and the bees had to land by the light
That was left of the last day of sight.
There was nothing to do but ignite energy,
And remember the actions of things that could see,
And begin to relearn how to move clearly,
And in measure give thanks for this sanctuary.
For now safe in the darkness that consumes our time,
We’ve elected to stay altogether entwined,
Whilst the efforts of people who govern decline
And are left to imagine the colour of things that they find.