I see all that be,
and all that I see is not like merely looking at a tree
Instead the intricate beauty of the tree is the key to what I see.
Beyond me there is we and we are always looking forward to be free,
Free from what? I ask you say-
It seems as though from we at the end of the day,
as wars and cars, money and farce
fill our lives with hurtful knives.

Ours is to see, even if the eyes gorged out,
as to truely see is to only be good and free.
What is good?- well it is the wood
indeed we should and could be as the tree
allowing the World to breathe easy and free.

I see us doing so
I see our lives happy and giving like humble hives
As One we live and to eachother give.
The question of doubt finally we will not tout
instead we will know, we will feel, we will think
that actually the other's boat is not there to our's sink.
And from there, on the universe's brink we will swim together
As one with God we will think.
To the heart of creation with God as our Patter
and then once and for all
it will only be God and love that can matter.