We can hear the Earth
and it's creeks of old age.
We watch it's thunder pass by
We run from the volcanoes
and pray for rain

The Earth and it's untamed civility
there are no new suprises
just old suprises, repeated over
Savage in its needs
while civil in its revelations

Changes in the song
bring new things to being
into the melody braided
by all things sharing
this great green spaceship

Let's act as students without teachers
let's learn a few things on our own.
It starts with observation
but also a willingness
to try new things
and new ideas on for size

to rejoice in the four seasons
and its creeks of old age
and old suprises repeated over again
into a melody braided.
It's this willingness of nature
to try new things and new ideas
that makes the simple so complex.