Higgins – Green Dreams

Green Dreams

Emerging from mist-filled mornings
Where birds sang in muffled cries
And ancient trees rained green dreams
And mossy memories
Of times before our days
Standing stout in western winds
Blowing towards the east
Where golden grains grew
And waved hello
To the rising sun
With wayward love calling travelers
To look for new roots

On treeless prairie plains
And Napoleon stood firm
Across the troubled sea
While ancient trees watched

And grew stronger
Settled beyond the peaks
Newly born
To the earth in labour
As the soil pushed and cried
A millennium of learning
With blood flowing red and blue
And ancient trees
Raining green dreams
In the mist-filled morning
Now what we might ask
Looking up at canopies
Of filtered daylight
Where now and have we finished
With lessons barely learnt
Dream on dear giants
We need your gentle green
To sooth our restless spirits
That stretch from sea to sea
And beyond to deserted cradles

Birthplaces of man
Now turned to endless sand
In places and beyond
Where travelers long to go
And secret dreams of passion
Across the prairies of the sky
Dream on dear ancient ones
And stand tall and strong


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