Babe In Bath

Babe in bath.
Babe in bed's arms.
Babe be singing for gentle life's farms.

Farms full of fruitful glory bring life orchards of gust and glory.
We need to understand our place and role with our earth, mother and soul.

She sings and keens truth of whatever life's quandary.
We sing song of earth.
We sing song of many-- learning to understand her language that is complex and withstand.
We have a lot to learn in our linguistic demands.

Listen.
Listen.
Watch.
Learn.
Listen.
Watch.
Learn.
Listen.
Watch.
Learn.
What next....

Be the path that is for the other growth benefit; That is good.
You feel it.
We breath it.
Vashon sing it.
World listen, world listen...we be the island isolated frontier that explores it.

Truth be truth, no ego attached.  It be what it be, learning from pioneers' language match.

The Earth be our Mother.  The Soil our sibling knowing know.  How we listen and digest is anyone's crap-shoot go.

Be it be solid and sound.  Be it be solid and sound.  Blessed our glory be round and forever found.