arrival

journey over there's a proper place
where we know just what we've come to find
our eyes are open but our heads are blind
still this is a thorough occupation of space
we aren't sure what old lines we'll trace
the journey's always to the growing mind
each answer's honest though not always kind
the truth is not revealed in every face
and so we come and this is our position
wisdom's not learned but we may it acquire
until we face the one last open gate
there's room for folk of any disposition
players upon the lute or even the lyre
who know just what it is to beguile fate

fresh woods and pastures new

a trivial beginning yet one potent birth
each body is so small so weak so frail
there's nothing like it we see on this earth

in its commencement there's a deal of mirth
and everyone adds their measure to the tale
a trivial beginning yet one potent birth

growth upwards there is and growth in girth
each one is different and none remains stale
there's nothing like it we see on this earth

from a small seed comes a tree of great worth
from this adventure none but cowards quail
a trivial beginning yet one potent birth

each starts adrift but each one finds their berth
against all fortunes we at times may rail
there's nothing like it we see on this earth

still every river comes at last to firth
the ocean lies beyond and all must sail
a trivial beginning yet one potent birth
there's nothing like it we see on this earth