My Soul needs peace from this busy busy pace,
My Spirit needs release from this crazy human ‘race’
Take me back to tree time, true time, me time, you time
A time where words, such as ‘time’, did not exist.
My Soul longs for freedom from all the ‘do’s’ and ‘don’ts’,
My heart calls for meaning, instead of constant wants.
Take me back to tree time, true time, me time, you time,
A time when words, such as ‘time’, did not exist.
In the depths of the forest my lungs at last can breathe,
My nervous system settles, it never wants to leave.
The honesty of trunk and stem
And soil and roots and all of them
Speaks a far far deeper wisdom than the daily grind can give.
So take me back to tree time, true time, me time, no time.
A time when words like ‘time’ did TRULY not exist
For sitting ‘neath a tree’s trunk, bum on soil, feet on Earth
Reminds me what in this life, really DOES hold worth.