Jay Horatio
By the door in the flower pot The man who planted all these trees
Among the beans in the veggie plot Alas I knew him well
In the lawn, everywhere -little oak trees- He did not see them to maturity
Do you know who puts them there? How long our years we cannot tell
I've only ever seen it once Now strong and spreading to their prime
He does it when you're not around They seem to thank him for their chance of life
He does it taking lots of care In gratitude they sway and soar
He puts an acorn in the ground And breathe for him as he can breathe no more
He thinks he's coming back to it We thank the Jay for acorns
When he feels the need Unwittingly he sows
But mostly he forgets And plant like him we must
So germinates the seed Although like him we may not see them fully grow
As I look up at this fresh green canopy
I think of all the tiny saplings
And of what will be
Sep 8, 2012
Sep 8, 2012 at 4:17 PM UTC
Jay Horatio
By the door in the flower pot The man who planted all these trees
Among the beans in the veggie plot Alas I knew him well
In the lawn, everywhere -little oak trees- He did not see them to maturity
Do you know who puts them there? How long our years we cannot tell
I've only ever seen it once Now strong and spreading to their prime
He does it when you're not around They seem to thank him for their chance of life
He does it taking lots of care In gratitude they sway and soar
He puts an acorn in the ground And breathe for him as he can breathe no more
He thinks he's coming back to it We thank the Jay for acorns
When he feels the need Unwittingly he sows
But mostly he forgets And plant like him we must
So germinates the seed Although like him we may not see them fully grow
As I look up at this fresh green canopy
I think of all the tiny saplings
And of what will be
