We both dreamed of ducking out forever underneath the pine,
So we shrank down and lived a lifetime.
Beetles woven under over brush,
Worms inching patient through the luscious flora,
Spider dangling from her silky vine...
...And I realized I was ready to feel your lips on mine.
So beetle you and beetle I lounged a while, and didn't try
To spread our wings in hasty flight.
Instead we lay in cushy beds of moss,
And let our long antennae cross
As we did nothing more than breathe and watch
The snail lay his slimy trail of gloss.
And as I sipped a bead of morning dew,
I became lost inside the view;
The painted clouds, the wondrous sky,
The rugged bark, and beetle you.
Amid the calm, deep inside my beetle mind,
Began the pondering of what we'd left behind...
Closed minds, closed eyes, not even awake enough to cry,
The compromise of natural rights,
Perfectly angular lines,
Formed with stressful scrutiny.
These, I mourn the most, for they will never know nature's ambiguity.
The inherit compassion of the wild, untamed,
Whose essence they've stripped, whose mother they've shamed.
The trust has been ripped, for they were afraid;
Afraid of the perfect state in which we came.
Perhaps we will go back for them someday,
Right now, it's nice to be so far away.
So beetle you and beetle I lounged a while, and didn't try
To spread our wings in hasty flight.
Instead, we lounged in cushy beds of moss,
And let our long antennae cross,
Watching snails spread their shiny trails of gloss.
Every moment lived in awe, in thanks,
For the morning sun that did again did rise,
Leaving the gift of dew, and us to slurp our prize,
For the afternoon view from atop our favorite vine.
Yes, we got our wish, beetle you and beetle I;
A lifetime underneath the pine.
So we shrank down and lived a lifetime.
Beetles woven under over brush,
Worms inching patient through the luscious flora,
Spider dangling from her silky vine...
...And I realized I was ready to feel your lips on mine.
So beetle you and beetle I lounged a while, and didn't try
To spread our wings in hasty flight.
Instead we lay in cushy beds of moss,
And let our long antennae cross
As we did nothing more than breathe and watch
The snail lay his slimy trail of gloss.
And as I sipped a bead of morning dew,
I became lost inside the view;
The painted clouds, the wondrous sky,
The rugged bark, and beetle you.
Amid the calm, deep inside my beetle mind,
Began the pondering of what we'd left behind...
Closed minds, closed eyes, not even awake enough to cry,
The compromise of natural rights,
Perfectly angular lines,
Formed with stressful scrutiny.
These, I mourn the most, for they will never know nature's ambiguity.
The inherit compassion of the wild, untamed,
Whose essence they've stripped, whose mother they've shamed.
The trust has been ripped, for they were afraid;
Afraid of the perfect state in which we came.
Perhaps we will go back for them someday,
Right now, it's nice to be so far away.
So beetle you and beetle I lounged a while, and didn't try
To spread our wings in hasty flight.
Instead, we lounged in cushy beds of moss,
And let our long antennae cross,
Watching snails spread their shiny trails of gloss.
Every moment lived in awe, in thanks,
For the morning sun that did again did rise,
Leaving the gift of dew, and us to slurp our prize,
For the afternoon view from atop our favorite vine.
Yes, we got our wish, beetle you and beetle I;
A lifetime underneath the pine.