The Idea of a Tree

I walk out in the woods And I try not to step loudly I lie on my back and stare at a little cloud That sails gracefully Like a white fleur-de-lis By beauty I'm surrounded Too beautiful to say Then in full throat the thrush Just blows me away With his song so pristine Much like Leonard Bernstein Ash, white pine, and hemlock make my canopy Perfect space just in case there are raindrops Shade to cool the sun when it shines equatorially An invention I can't fail to mention The idea of a tree Seems miraculous to me The idea of a tree Seems miraculous to me I heard about a banyan In India somewhere that's so huge One whole village collects itself there Completely under its arms To be safe from all harm He must be some Creator Or maybe He's a She but who cares? His creation is something to see Perfect in every detail Perfect in every detail Elm, oak, and magnolia make my canopy Perfect space just in case there are raindrops Shade to cool the sun when it shines equatorially An invention I can't fail to mention The idea of a tree Seems miraculous to me The idea of a tree Seems miraculous to me The idea of a tree The idea of a tree The idea of a tree