dream passage down tuned lip service to the trees
featured here first onstage to fly drift to a slow coast
where we build our small huts on their conveyor belt
in the year of the dragon I swore an oath before some
grand oaks where I was dubbed thorn guardian of ambush
soldier for the army of trees worldwide quite an army it is
in alliance with a variety of tribes of men more in tune
with the nomadic side of shifting tectonic plates
and moving across unfamiliar terrain looking for portals
that we could pass through into alternate dimensions
"Everything the trees do is for mankind," you once told me.
I don't know where you heard such nonsense as that
Its something I like to remember so I can hear your voice
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