The Bush Wool

Brother Baba J lives in the hills
amongst the fox and bull
Ejected from society
Protected by the Bush Wool

Baba J Lives Full
Free form fear and desires
Everynight his fire burns bright
Providing warmth and light
Despite the tales of fright
Told by the elders to the children dwelling in boxes of concrete

The sky is Baba J's roof
The green earth the floor
The bark his walls
The second floor
The ocean shore
Where Baba J stretches his limbs
with a cool refreshing swim
And a plethora of fish  for his din-din

He invites a friend or two
Ones a carpenter
The other a blacksmith

They sit around the fires and tell stories of old
contemplate on which way they think society will go
The carpenter says it's too fast
The blacksmith to slow
Baba J laughs at them both
Cause Baba J trully knows

"The rise and fall of man are merely cylces of the greater scheme
None which are meant to last
So treat it as if it were a dream
The mean will be mean
And the just will be just
While the world keeps on spinning
Eventually turning all to dust

So this is why I choose to live the way that I do
Just enjoying the moment
waiting to be blown in the wind"





the three laugh,raise their beers, take sips, and just listen