In The Green Wild

City shoes found ways down green fertile valleys,

See I never could fall straight in line so sure.

Someone with a thing to say

Writes on a leaf

And lets it fall onto my feet.

"Talalaa"

I receive the news so small a child

Who cannot understand.

I can't hear and I don't know,

And the wind slows down so

Still a tree's a tree! So calm and for a moment it makes sense but

The tree says "la la" and the language is strange

The woman's "wa wa" am I too bored to understand?

Well good I'm done. Off to the wild for me.

In the green wild I am gone

My hands, toes, shoulders gone

But the shoes my feet have worn still remain

And they walk toward the sea

There's a flavor to the sound of walking

No one ever never noticed before.

There's a humor in the way they walk,

Even a flower walks!

But doesn't look for me.

It walks just as it's grown.

It's laughing

So naturally.

It tells me a tree's a tree.