Before the sun rises we head out to the woods,
soon to be a forest.
Planting the seeds feet by feet,
dragging my feet to feed the hills.
When I met you botany,
learning about your secrets,
and pieces of your stories
that were slowly nurtured here.
Sometimes a fire is needed to start over,
Sometimes a light rain is needed to grow.
Under the ground, new lives are being born,
Sunlight will reach every way.
Woo
Before the sun sets we pack our things and go,
Soon the night will swallow.
Pulling our tired bodies to take another steady step,
But not even a sorrow.
When I met you botany,
yearning to be understood,
Unspoken words left to be studied,
In this new ecology.
Sometimes a fire is needed to start over,
Sometimes a light rain is needed to grow.
Under the ground, new lives are being born,
Sunlight will reach every way.
Woo
