The future I want to know,
and there ain't nobody knows.
But olive branches & tall grasses,
we can help them grow.
Water their roots tenderly,
As boisterous drums of war
try to shake loose our roots.
So keep your heart
listening, darling.
You hear that little sound?
A shaking wind-blown chatter.
We're grasses in the ground.
Welcome all. Glad you're here.
Make room for everyone.
Blessed be this symphony.
And good is sure to come.
Our hearts beat together.
A polyrhythm drum,
marching us to heal & sooth.
So keep your heart
listening, darling.
You hear that little sound?
A shaking wind-blown chatter.
We're grasses in the ground.
It's like a child’s laughter.
Precious trust in how
we arise in the morning,
with golden light all around.
Reaching to see the sun,
we're strong as more than one.
Little sounds, together,
from fields trampled down.
Resilient harmonies all around.
