Gold leaves, green and fair
Dancing to the wind,
Few new, we are here
Lasting to the end.
We know what will grow
Depends on what you give,
So don’t show the roots below
Bend so we can live
Bright tree, blue and pale
Rising to the sky,
Cut down: flame and fail
Smoke can start to fly.
Smog shrouds the setting sun
That’s feeding all our needs,
So Earth’s first living son
Is fuelled by all our greed.
Where is the calm to calm you and me
Oh, where is the calm, that’s still to be.
Sleeping off the setting sun
That’s cursed to cause a burning man,
Clearing out the casual care
By resting through this nightmare.
Run-off from the steeple view
Is guilt polluting people’s pew,
Confessing is the natural cure
Atoning seeds to grow allure
So who will repair this fucking scar
Your heart of shell is black as tar,
You drill so deep we must abort
So look around at our last resort.
Where is the calm to calm you and me
Oh, where is the calm, that’s still to be.
Now, what will build a legacy:
Is stone cut in urgency
By time as the masonry
Cementing life’s validity.
I urge sustainability
For further flexibility
A balance of tranquillity
So thank reliability.
Now poise in fine frailty
This great divine ability,
So why don’t we all thank thee
For less, dire, uncertainty.
Where is the calm to calm you and me
Oh, where is the calm, that’s still to be.
Is it not so clear:
The rising smoke that’s in the air,
And you don’t have fear:
That what we burn we can’t repair.
For what it’s worth
We still have time to spend,
But there is no worth
If we leave it to the end.
So I breathe the air of what’s around
To gaze at what’s been built from ground,
A tree climbing to the sky
The free feeling of the student cry.
And we’ve found the peace of all endeavours
And we found the calm to still our shivers,
That the mercy of time will thank us all
As we stand in the middle of the Langeveld hall.
