The oak tree has fallen, crashed to the ground

The space it had taken, the green it’s surround

The beauty is gone, and the challenge is too

The tree required planning for those playing through

Not only does it change the spot that we knew

It is the absence of challenge we know to be true

We hope a replacement will indeed take its place

So we can continue playing that hole with grace

Maybe graceful is better so much as we

Make a tribute from us to hole number three

In the end, the beautiful tree has died and, for me, I cried

What, my love, would love do? I can hear it in her voice

The answer is so easy, as there is no other choice

What am I being asked to do? When each new day begins

The sunlight glows so brightly, as if we have no sins

The opportunity to ride the wave, the wave of light I’m sure

It may be a new beginning, this working towards a pure

The pure version of ourselves, a version we really need

Cleanse the air, open our eyes, take time to plant the seed

The seed will grow to our delight, it needs our help as well

This time we are heading for the new, and it’s going to ring our bell

Listen up, dear friends and listen foe, for you need to be aware

The time has come for a new to replace, the old so full of despair

Death has no meaning, without it I’m leaning
Towards a view of a beautiful life
I know not what’s yonder, and will constantly ponder
The view of the beautiful life

So let’s have it all, before the great fall
The beautiful life as it exists
Each day is a blessing, as we are expressing
Our beautiful view which resists

It resists the need, to be negative indeed
We continue on our merry way
Look deep inside, for instinct will ride
Guiding us through our heyday

Yes, heyday, you might say, the reality is day
Again we choose beautiful life
We continue to shop, look not to stop
The gift of the beautiful life

Sitting here listening to songs of the old
The 60s Folk Radio is just solid gold
My brain churns with memory, the memory so fresh
My heart soon joins the intertwined mesh

Funny the feelings I get from a song
The feelings are strong, I must sing along
Melancholy overcomes me as I think back in time
The things that have changed are not the sublime

Sublime is beauty and runs very deep
The things of this country, I want to keep
The pain of change can really be sad
Take time to remember, it may not be bad

When a rose is a bud, it looks stoic and small
The petals soon open, attractive and tall
The bud is a blossom, for the better I see
It would only be better as part of a tree

Remember the rose will rise again
The bush may be hidden inside of a glen
For when it does, the beauty so deep
The stunning vision will keep me from sleep

The Antelope watches from his perch on the plain
He has no limits as he roams his terrain
His freedom not calculated for he’s free to roam
After all and to all, this is his home

No one tells him what he should drink
How he should talk or what to think
He is free, as free as they come
For the rest of us, well, it is probably done

So, watch for the rose as it blooms for real
See the beauty of the rose with all its appeal
The sunrise approaches, I hope it is red
The sunset will happen, no matter what’s said

They don’t see your cheating heart
How can they see it, it’s in the dark

It’s a widespread robbery, a shocking amount
It’s taken our freedom, what you say doesn’t count

When we have cheaters, it starts with money
If you think I’m wrong, read on it’s not funny

There once was a time when greed was not first
But, greed it did grow, causing the worst

To question the matter, is all that I ask
You need to look deep inside for the task

It makes no difference which political side
The difference comes with no value of pride

I see the movement we didn’t create
Our wayward politicians, they all took the bait

The greed that comes when they have control
It takes our freedom, do what you are told!

Please understand the deeper implication
We are pawns in a scheme of indignation

Tell the media what they should say
The public will believe it, there is no other way

In the past propaganda was something quite bad
And, here we are, propaganda we’ve had

It scares me to think there is no way out
Control is the issue without a doubt

I pray for my children, family, a friend
They think they have freedom, will it soon end?

When told what to think, what to say, what to do
Your freedom has been taken away from you

A government once for a people so strong
Has taken a dive into a pit filled with wrong

It will be better and we shall see
The correction that’s coming, when we will be free

Stay hopeful, happy and look to your heart
Your heart is secure, trust it from the start

Your heart will tell you what you already knew
It’s the only way to know what is really true