The Idea of a Tree

I walk out in the woods

And I try not to step loudly

I lie on my back and stare at a little cloud

That sails gracefully

Like a white fleur-de-lis

By beauty I'm surrounded

Too beautiful to say

Then in full throat the thrush

Just blows me away

With his song so pristine

Much like Leonard Bernstein

Ash, white pine, and hemlock make my canopy

Perfect space just in case there are raindrops

Shade to cool the sun when it shines equatorially

An invention I can't fail to mention

The idea of a tree

Seems miraculous to me

The idea of a tree

Seems miraculous to me

I heard about a banyan

In India somewhere that's so huge

One whole village collects itself there

Completely under its arms

To be safe from all harm

He must be some Creator

Or maybe He's a She but who cares?

His creation is something to see

Perfect in every detail

Perfect in every detail

Elm, oak, and magnolia make my canopy

Perfect space just in case there are raindrops

Shade to cool the sun when it shines equatorially

An invention I can't fail to mention

The idea of a tree

Seems miraculous to me

The idea of a tree

Seems miraculous to me

The idea of a tree

The idea of a tree

The idea of a tree