I sit in a circle of singing trees
In this enchanted copse of sound
That flows and swirls majestically
Towards me from across the ground
And the song they are singing tells
Of that other distant planet clone
At the edge of that galactic sector
They call the quarantine zone
Where
For what its worth
Lies
Despoiled Earth
I am here
One of the few
Being studied
In this zoo
Kept here
Til lessons learned
They send us home
Life is good here
We are free to roam
Around this globe
Of singing trees
Gently sighing
In the breeze
We will be returned
To try and mend
Or in the extreme
Record the end
I feel their compassion
And some times when I sleep
I seem to hear those same trees
Sigh and weep
I sit in a circle of singing trees
In this enchanted copse of sound
That flows and swirls majestically
Towards me from across the ground
And the song they are singing tells
Of that other distant planet clone
At the edge of that galactic sector
They call the quarantine zone