The dream world is this world
Waking up can be confusing
Being born is confusing
Takes a while to learn coordination
To fly

In my childhood, you taught me
Not to shout and not to lie
But this is what you did
Can this act be justified?
I never said anything out of respect
But main reason is that I was horrified
If I do something wrong I will be punished
But if you do the same thing, is that fine?
Yelling at each other is all what you did
And expect me to forget about it and pretend that I don't mind?
You loved me one moment and disgraced me at another
And left me crying and thinking you are  unkind
This is the story of a child
Whose parents think as if their child is blind

She came to me all smiling
Asked to visit my friend the tree
She said she had a gift for it
And I thought some for me
I thought she meant go walking
And share a drink of wine
We went to the oak grove
Secret and sacred the place to me
I saw something not right then
I felt uncertainty

I had taken her to the special place
Where there's a glitch in time
I hadn't thought that she meant evil
Or that the place was mine
I had tended some occasionally
Then she took out the wine
She asked me which was special
As the One I stood beside
I indicated another
Knowing that One must hide

But the one I indicated
Was sapling of the first
It was my child doing the doing
I felt my heart would burst
When she poured the wine along it
And it ran down like blood
I had to walk away then and
I wandered round the wood.
I felt complicity
As no mother should

I walked for a long time
Then circled round to see
What she'd done to those I loved
She was speaking to the tree
I saw her from a distance gaze
Into branches I knew well
I knew that it was wrongdoing
That she'd made some kind of spell
I wondered why she waited
What she'd said I couldn't tell

I went and stood in trepidation
By the One I had betrayed
The summer sun was shining and
It's branches gently swayed
I asked why are we lingering
She said she must hang around
The tree must give a gift to her
But nothing had she found
In sadness I within the grove
On that fairy mound

I looked up to my old old friend
In regret and pain and love
And a tiny twig came to my hand
From the branches far above
I held it and I wondered
What kind of deal she'd done
She snatched it from my fingers
Like a prize that she had won
I told her it was not the tree
Where her magic had begun

Time passed she was successful
All her wishes did come true
But oh my friend how I regret
What became of you
I often went to see you
Often too apologised
Your sapling was so tall and strong
You so vulnerable beside
Black fungus on your branches
I saw there your demise

I had to tell the woodman
One must be taken out
Or we'd lose the whole oak grove
All the trees from roundabout
I went to my daughter
I said the tree has died
I went to where my friend had stood
Where remnants all strewn lie
She said it matters not to me
Afterwards I cried

Although my blood is in her veins
She's no longer friend or kin
I will not speak or smile at her
Or trust in her again

Planets suns moons live and are growing
Until they burst and form anew
I knew that diamonds are alive before It happened
In class I obstinately argued

Cats have nine lives not nine near misses
It rains cats so could rain horses too, and dogs
Ask any wanderer they'll tell you
It absolutely definitely rains frogs

Speaking of green there were two children
Appeared and by a village taken in
Being taught to speak and then questioned
Where had they come from as they had green skin

If all the people disappeared
It may be a moment of distress and tears
Then they'd reappear after a storm
Lightening crashing new hominids unborn

But if the world ended as Mars did
It would need watering

Here friends you know
My inner heart
Is yours

I can say here
What can be said
Nowhere

I can reveal
That which is not
Acceptable

We scream and smile
Our hearts reveal
Each other

No-one to judge
Or ridicule
Our secrets