many men: child why have you come, the tree speaks to men of intelect, child you
are not able to understand.

child: distiny awaits, solitude damp streets, lights that go out
to hide the pain they illuminate

many men: Poor inocence, unisighful demsias we mourn for your bliss,
that way has long passed, come look at the wonders, men who drift as the sea, are we not more in tune toward nature women whom flow like fields of daffidils, children like their seeds caught in the wind.

insolent Trees: death to you, for you have given death to me, my tall branches will
no longer supply for your ugly houses, many men what honor have you paid me since...

many men: but it is useful is it not, it houses the mast of my body, it houses the helm and the shield,
it is most efficent would you not say, child are you not warmed by it.

child: I weep under the tree and am warmed by its sight, and smell, the birds also lift my spirit
for they still know to sing sweet melodys.. oh what a harmony I seek.

many men: ahh rash child, you know not to build, you know not what we are to be, what
it is to love one another, what sacrifce I make for you!

insolent tree: grow angry I will, you fool, you fools,

many men: hush tree, at how do you speak, your head is forever stuck in the ground
and your arms wave about catching massless particles. What sillyness is this.
I will show you true power, the power to move, you reamin static, what could you have learned.
what you know is to grow tall, tall so that we strip you and burn your flesh for fire.

insolent tree: aghast, you many men have doomed yourself, you will stop, and stop and die
while I hold my secret planted round the world. I who expect the inevitable, and invite it
towards me, emracing it and am replensished, vigor.

child: worry not tree, I will grow tall and strong and fight for you.

insolent tree: dear child, you are but me, you will be but striped and, roasted flesh.
remember this fight for yourself.

many men: do not ignore me, I have much to debate, much to say. why would you speak to this child
when you have such a short time left to speak... and how is a child like a tree. you talk of nonsense,
you are more dull than I believed, talking tree.

child: Yes tree, I will remember, i will fight for me, and I will.. hold the future,
wearing the world about my kneck.

insolent tree: ahh child you still have much to feel, to know, to understand of my lesson,
but wear the world you shall until you learn to fight for yourself, then
about your kneck the world will wish to be.. but about its kneck it will find itself.

many men: now you talk gibberish tree, you will talk no more, I am tired of these ramblings...
down you go, with my saw, you see this, destruction, wrath, gods right hand, caligula.

child: inlsoent tree defiled, resting in fire, returning towards massless phontons
to travel the stars cosmos, in salutation.

many men: let us move now child it has been most unpleasent..

child: to move to what avail, I am serence.

many men: surely you do not wish to be rooted as the tree.

child: I am indifferent, it is as I find myself, I shall move the world about me.