I'm waiting for my cue
for the next bit

sittin' waitin' wishin'
gettin' lit in the forest
with the tree spirits

don'tcha hear it?

the music of the leaves
and
the birds and
the bees

those jinglin' keys

the singing tree frogs and the falling logs
the rinkle tinklin' of the cranberry bogs

long gone, now lakes and creeks
lookin' in the water,
gettin' peeks

of other dimensions
and we're consistently reaching
new levels of ascension

releasing tension with
each and every lesson

getting stronger the
longer I'm here
the longer I'm here
the less there is to fear but

you gotta feel it
feel it without losin' it

ya gotta let it go
in order to let it flow and

ya gotta let it flow
to let yourself grow and

you let yourself grow
in order to know whatcha gotta show

and that's whatcha feel
from your head to your toes

it's whatcha feel
in your heart
high to low...

you're a gardener
and you're a seed

you're a pardoner
and you're a plead

sow yourself and
let yourself crack

spill out your insides
and don't look back

push through the mud and
the dirt and the grime and

soon you'll see the sunshine
in no time, sublime...

you'll twist and turn
in every which way

to see the light
whether night or day