City shoes found ways down green fertile valleys,
see I never could fall down straight in line so sure.
Someone with a thing to say
writes on a leaf
and lets it fall onto my feet.
"Talalaa"
I receive the news so small a child
who cannot understand.
I can't hear and I don't know,
and the wind slows down so
still a tree's a tree! So calm and for a moment it makes sense but
the tree says "la la" and the language is strange
the woman's "wa wa" am I too bored to understand?
Well good I'm done. Off to the wild for me.
In the green wild I am gone
my hands, toes, shoulders gone
but the shoes my feet have worn still remain
and they walk toward the sea
there's a flavor to the sound of walking
no one ever noticed before.
There's a humor in the way they walk,
even a flower walks!
But doesn't look for me.
It walks just as it's grown.
It's laughing
so naturally.
It tells me a tree's a tree.