The Idea Of A Tree

I walk out in the woods
 And I try not to step loudly
 I lie on my back and stare at a little cloud
 That sails gracefully
 Like a white fleur-de-lis
 By beauty I'm surrounded
 Too beautiful to say
 Then in full throat the thrush
 Just blows me away
 With his song so pristine
 Much like Leonard Bernstein
 Ash, white pine, and hemlock make my canopy
 Perfect space just in case there are raindrops
 Shade to cool the sun when it shines equatorially
 An invention I can't fail to mention
 The idea of a tree
 Seems miraculous to me
 The idea of a tree
 Seems miraculous to me
 I heard about a banyan
 In India somewhere that's so huge
 One whole village collects itself there
 Completely under its arms
 To be safe from all harm
 He must be some Creator
 Or maybe He's a She but who cares?
 His creation is something to see
 Perfect in every detail
 Perfect in every detail
 Elm, oak, and magnolia make my canopy
 Perfect space just in case there are raindrops
 Shade to cool the sun when it shines equatorially
 An invention I can't fail to mention
 The idea of a tree
 Seems miraculous to me
 The idea of a tree
 Seems miraculous to me
 The idea of a tree
 The idea of a tree
 The idea of a tree