Wilderness
Dead evergreen, still whispering
The warmer birds already flown
Wet with rain, a stretch of twine lain
Between the earth and the dirty road
Don't you cry, we can hide here
Disappear into the west
You are clean
Quiet as the snow
Darker than a forest
You are my wilderness
Underground, train uptown
It takes the time that it takes
So many faces, the human races
The wheels of progress, and the brakes
If the trees are the lungs of the world,
The city is her cigarette
You're a mystery
Deeper than the sea
And fragile as a starling's neck
You are my wilderness
History's whore will win the war
And tell the story to her child
The national jones will kick the stones
And eat its way into the wild
Don't your cry for the hole in the sky
Lay me down your river bed
You are clean
Quiet as the snow
And darker than a forest
You are my wilderness
Autor(es): David Poe