to the True Hearts Root Band
They swoop sway and waltz with warm western winds
across unswept limestone floors.
blocked my path today
stopped me on my precious way
put my whole life on hold
when did trees become so bold
all great things I might have done or thought
would not now be forever lost and forgot
had I not met them standing there
had I just simply stepped aside
had I not paused to stop and stare
had I just slowly closed my eyes
I had only to turn away and run
to have escaped tall trees and sun
Oh I could still be swift walking oblivion
had I never stopped for trees.