Same Old Story

Born to open for

Mankind nature's door

A life known by a few

And those who knew that shared

Their knowledge fewer cared

About what plants could do

For most felt it was mad to conceive

That plants thought, felt, and moved quite like we

But with instruments Bose would devise

Would take science itself by a surprise

So on we go, to where, who knows?

To a place where there's still non-believers

What will it take, for heaven's sake

For those who find what's real too hard to believe in?

It's that same old story again

Born of slaves who died

Too soon to realize

The need his life would be

Selflessly he gave

His wisdom to a way

Where first no minds would see

He said if farm land was to be rich

We must plant crops to replenish it

But it took him persuasion and tests

To convince them Carver's way was best

So on we go, to where, who knows?

To a place where there's still non-believers

What will it take, for heaven's sake

For those who find what's real too hard to believe in?

It's that same old story again