Dancing with trees

Come play by the light of a beautiful moon;

‘cos when lunacy comes it’s never too soon.

Dance ‘mongst the trees by the light from above;

come dance to the rhythm of our perfect love.

Too long have we lingered in houses of fear

when the beauty of Gaia lingers so near.

At times we need to let go; go dance with a tree;

let our heart go wander and set our spirits free.

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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