To be or not to be.
When fear clouds up my sunshine
Trees stretching shake my command
They lift my eyes and whisper
Take our limbs we’ll hold your hand!
We'll absorb what you don’t want to
We adore what you cannot see
Leaves applaud where you are going
But dance and sing with the be's.
You are hiding yourself from a honey
From a big hearted he
Confining in self is a bottle
Pop! Sting with the be’s!
You are no different than others
You want love now that you are free
You may taste many new lovers
But you cannot marry a tree!
So I think I’ll try me a gardener
A gardener nurtures the trees
He prunes away the deadness
He plants a whole lot of seeds.
Then I think I'll marry the gardener
Just think how merry I'd be
Gardeners understand nature
Gardeners lives with the bee's!