2005-09-12 - trees clap in rain
they found a new planet in the galaxy
and there's hurricanes of finger-pointing fallacy
and I fade to the west where the sun sets best
or down to the Keys where the inlets arrest
they are decked with crabtraps and fishnets
and the donuts whip right 'round the eyelets
but I'm here for the ones that are down
with the right now thing that we've found
it's an enclave apart from the norm
it's a shelter away from the storm
it's a curious tribe
it's a cirque de sol vibe
it's a spirited form of sedate
it's a soothsaying form of debate
it's a in-between-liner
a new asia minor
a world that is free from the curse
so now listen to forth-coming verse
the old shall be new
then when worries are few
as the trees clap their hands in the rain
that is falling and calling again
and the creative force will sustain
as the glory's bestowed upon men
for the latter house will then replace
the former and present day waste
for nature, once ferocious
(not to sound all too precocious),
will abort the predatorial domain
as the trees clap their hands in the rain
and the earth is brought forth from the pain
to inhabit the unknown refrain
which ascends from the bonds that restrain
and infuses the sky and terrain
as the trees clap their hands in the rain
as the trees clap their hands in the rain
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