old gnarly tree, why do you rise with your arms out to birds singing their tunes?...
will you burn not as the bush of moses, or in the fires will your soul be consumed?...
are you bowing in worship or do you reach down to be amongst the people around?...
is your embrace the crown of thorns or comfort from the burning sun coming down?...
are you the son of the tree whom jesus hung upon, on calvarys hilltop lay root?...
or is your cousin the accursed fig tree condemned for she could bear no fruit?...
maybe your grandfather told tales of his branches being used as a shepherds staff...
would your leaves tell stories of songs written, children running, old mans laugh?...
or would war rage on in your whirl? reaching to oceans water just to be blown back...
sun rise and moon bright, stars sparkle and rain drops, you still walk your own path...

-tree hugging-

terrorized, throw down your weapons, its been the same old since day one...
flags wrapped around the wooden homes, violence since the day abel got done...
another day another dies, silence shattered by how loud the mother cries...
worthless lives of men thrown aside, not a moment to stare into lovers eyes...
throw down your weapons, they just cause more death and pain to our lives...
fighting for lies, but i guess our lives is that very same lie simplified...
where are you god? the flames of childrens souls snuffed out by flying bullets...
putting a gun in a childs hand, trigger in his finger, telling him to pull it...
fighting fire with fire gets us burned, innocent hands charred and bleeding...
throw down your weapons, we are the terrorists now, we die for no good reason...
justice reigns like rain storms flood, apathy seems like the path to take...
our lives covered with the wrong blood, sin gives nothing, what can we make?...
should be a good day to fall down on our faces and offer up our very breath...
throw down your weapons, we only fall down to evade the oncoming death...

-misdirected anger-

so its evening at midnight, with soft orange sunshine staying for a while...
so sweet lady the beauty waits for us, the sunlight as warm as your smile...
will you accept this ragged offer? i have to express all my heart has felt...
only fools fall in love, but id be a bigger fool to let you go to somebody else...
your voice enchants me like the strongest wine, your eyes a pool ocean deep...
your innocence pure and childish, nothing so sweet as watching you fall asleep...
my pen speaks its mind freely and speaks of you so kindly to papers embrace...
so walk with me love, i long to wipe the tears and put a smile on your face...
evening light at midnight and darkness may await us in the morning tomorrow...
but we will walk these clouds together, growing stronger through the sorrows...

-evening at midnight-