No words are spoken
All paths are in song
Not sure what I’m saying
Don’t care if I’m wrong
I sing all day
Standards and others
But I don’t sing new
‘Cause I only know covers
The scientific identity of life is so far beyond my little gray cells. We a have a “tree” that has shaped up more like a bush, that has a eucalyptus scent but is not eucalyptus. Perhaps chokeberry or camphor, more investigation needed. Mockingbirds love these berries, which might not even be berries.









