trees grow wild from your eyes
winds blow angry from your throat
I'll never weary of surprise
my backbone stiffens losing size
though my thoughts giggle as I quote
trees grow wild from your eyes
the joy is short lived I realize
that for now humor is quite remote
I need to ready for surprise
to not prepare would be unwise
my temple once met a gravy boat
when trees grew wild from your eyes
my peripheral vision must send out spies
despite this truth I've time to gloat
I'll never weary of surprise
I know in time we'll be allies
as our emotions stay afloat
trees grow wild from your eyes
I'll never weary of surprise
from Moaning & Groaning (1999)
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