By coincidence
I was bystanding
Interrogated
By the familiar
When a squirrel said
In a dialect
"Don't shun the world. Shed it"
I walked alone
A public path
And I observed the birds
Taking a bath
They sung in code
But the message clear
"Don't shun the world. Shed it"
I had a drink
At the concession stand
There was a dog digging
Through a garbage can
He whispered low
But I could understand
"Don't shun the world. Shed it"
I watched the ships
As they arrived
The waves lapping
At the harborside
And like a sleeping choir
They gently cried
"Don't shun the world. Shed it"
Theres nothing left to do
But go and ask the trees
About the shedding of the world
Do you agree?
Their leaves rustled
In the breeze
And they replied
Authoritatively
"Don't shun the world. Shed it"
If anyone you meet
Does not believe it
You tell them the talking trees
They have decreed it