Maples, Ash, And Oaks: Cedars Instrumentals

The Morning Bends Down

To Meet The Canopy

That We Walk Under.

We Know The Moss, Forget-Me-Nots

And Blue-Green Spruce

But We Want To Be Known

By The Woods. We Say

Without Saying, Forget Me Not.

We Listen To Maples, Ash, And Oaks

Without Hearing, But Not Hearing

Doesn't Mean That We Aren't

Being Spoken To.

What Was That? Leaves Rustle

As If To Say, You Forget.