Hush...
Hush...
Listen
To the little brook
And the rustling leaves
To the falling acorn
And the buzz of brother bee
You can't see the streetlights here
Listen deeper, Mother gave you ears to see;
The ache of the suns rays,
The strength of the trees!
Hush...
Let it sink into your skin
Like dirt in infected wounds
to heal sickness from within.
Listen to that music, my child,
it sings!
The earth is a song and we are its wings!
Like a bird in the sky with a beat to the song
and then, in my heart,
I can forget what is wrong.
What is wrong...
In the smoke, in the fuss,
I'm coughing up fog
And I'm walking on stuff
That pains me,
Like ashes
Of a flute turned to rust
And warm homes of clay that have crumbled to-
Hush...
You can't see the streetlights here