May 5
The dirt told the grass
and the field told the flowers
the folly of man
and those seated in power
briars told branches
and leaves told the trees
it takes one song to break rich knees
Grove told the glen
and the vale told the meadow
they sang the same song
and they let the noise echo
Streams told the rivers
and hills told the mountain
Til' one angry girl
heard the whispers of sound and-
She could hear the Earth,
Hear it's screaming.
She could hear the dirt
Hear it's beating.
Earth and Dirt were done with their cheating.
She packed up her gun,
joined in with the sound
Couldn't kill me then
and you can't kill me now.
The Woods; Lydia the Bard