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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.

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