a song by Amy Oestreicher, USA
In a wonderful sleep I had a dream of trees catching flight Music growing with the grass and angels on a velvety patch of starlight Ah… Dreamed of trees bursting Bursting with fancies and whims Beggin’ the wind to free All the sorry spirits unraveling round their limbs They couldn’t take shading the daffodils Or catching rain over sloping hills Anymore They need to feel their roots laugh and sway behind To brush against a god And finally soar Ah… With a whipping of wind, they thrash and beg the soil to acquiesce Glancing back at empty graves, they rise like roving phantoms craving holiness Ah… Saw their branches turning, turning to fair angel wings Gliding through light that soaked their deserted forests Who nurtured airborne kings They bathed in splash of sky-paint, in pools of mist Their roots danced in parades of bliss Shrubs applaud And all the town opened their windows in awe ‘cause no one ever saw a tree float to god Ah… Fly trees Fly with the planes and reindeer and gulls Cloak our dying town in glory Fly for us all Oh trees Hover above our stores and our fuss I know your skies are boundless But will you bless us? Watch over us? In the deserted grove A patch of grass emerged to pine for flight Music lifted from the ground To leap with angels Dancing on mounds of starlight Soon the world was soaring Soaring From garden to stone Harmony from their flight Spread like watercolors And lured us out of our homes We watched the world tremble with spells from the sky And for the first time in our lives We couldn’t ask why We just were And maybe after years of grounded ease All we’re meant to be is swept by a breeze Ah… Oh… our town is drenched in holy joy That spills from trees who live anew Someday I’ll fly Too.
