Send me outside to a solitary tree
Where I’ll sit and my mind will be free
From the shock jocks that wail
And advertisers that sell
Life necessities for a nominal fee.

Send me outside to a mumbling stream
Where the water will run and I’ll dream
In that place without sound
Where wonders abound,
A place where the muses can teem.

Send me outside to the top of that hill
Where caves, crests and chasms will thrill,
Where Sun is my friend,
Along with Rain and with Wind,
And my heart runs but my spirit is still.

Send me outside to the shadowy dell
Far away from that strong city smell
Where the leaves play and birds
Say the only heard words
And the cool breeze casts an enchanting spell.

Send me outside to the solitary tree
Where for once, when I think, it is me.
Where deep from within
I remember again
What it means to really hear and to see.