i am a plant but what's more i'm a man
and i will take root wherever i stand
ready the troops: the seed brigades
then i'll launch my salvos off into the glades
and the
warm spring air
yes the
warm spring air
i am no peacock but you'll notice me
as i cast off my plumage to the oxygen seas
go forth my sons and go forth all of you daughters
may you colonize islands may you traverse these uncharted waters
thru the
warm spring air
yes the
warm spring air
i will dig, and i will
take my rightful place
in your garden
with the roses and
their thorns
and the pebbles
i will bask in the warm spring air and
i will thrive in the warm spring air and
i will rise with the warm spring air and
i will die in the cool fall breeze