In these times I’ll retreat to the fully flourished Forrest

The tidy waves may seem so neat and sweet, but I have been out to sea.

By morning, your glory and red sun has risen

Time for lunch and the sharks come swimming

Nestled all cozy beneath your keel

Your hull gets cracked by the evening squall

Taking on water and your last chance to bathe to wash your sins away

So don’t take your boat out with a red sky by morning I’m warning

Just run into the woods with me

And wave your soul so graciously

In time with the trees and the vines, and the habiscus

Strikes a chord and hit a tune in the note of a bird

In the feathers that flap

I’ll be waiting standing at the top of a waterfall.