Tundra - I Am Oak

As the earth revolves

Around its own axis

Do the right thing

Stay out of it

I’m just looking for

The oldest form

Of wholesomeness

That I can live by

I can live by

I can live by

I can live by

Explain to me

This ability to see

And to figure what it means

The seasonal scenes

Their seasonal truths

From which I come out aloof

All my days that I’ve held on to

Comfortably undetermined

As the earth revolves

Around its own axis

It seems as though

It’s changed balance

And I’m just looking

For the oldest form of wholesomeness

That I can live by

The trouble in me is me

The trouble in me is me

The trouble in me is me

The trouble in me is me