Tree People

Bearded faces, races, big workplaces, misplaced gazes
Green and brown on, frown on, cow yawn, friend John, where did you just go
I want to see you, be you, be blue, cool stew, wherever it shows
Producing oxygen, clocks, and socks and boxes for George Washington

Roots in the ground, you hear the sound of an un old done, romantic crowd
This is the church and I'm the steeple, come inside and see the people
Of my heart with no more pain, I've got these words inside my brain
The grass is green and the leaves fall fast and fast, the wind winds at last

Plant a seed and breathe the air, look at me now, your brown wet hair
I want you to know how much you mean to me, you understand and see
The world might need our help, they're filled with wealth, the poor in poverty
So why don't you follow me and way up high you'll see what it's like to be a tree



Credits
Writer(s): Pierson Jones
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